Heh. I forgot this is 'posed to be a knitting blog.

Yes, there is knitting and crocheting and sewing in the midst.

Ribbed Baby Jacket as featured in Prima Magazine July 2005 for one of two team mates who are expecting litte girls this October. Using my Rowan All Seasons Cotton in Pansy.


Going to finish the February Sweater from Knitter's Almanac by Elizabeth Zimmermann and give it to one of my expecting co-worker's too.

This Brooklyn Tweed's beautiful rendition.

Still hooking away on Benny the Monkey from Amigurumi Super Happy Crochet Cute by Elisabeth Doherty

I'll forever make white cotton washclothes.

and I've decided its time to start working on a new cubicle cardigan because as I type I'm convulsing from the arctic A/C.

The new cubicle cardigan shall be the Lotus Cardigan by Norah Gaughan for Berroco Design.
I got a whole mess of Jasper in Black Galaxy from the WEBS table when Gwenie Gwen and I went to Stitches Midwest last summer.

A Tale of Two Williams.

The first William. Early 30s, handsome white collar Black male, single, never married, no kids, and well endowed...very well endowed...like OH MY GAWD! BLINK! GAWK! JAW DROP! OH LAWD! endowed. I met William (about 7 years ago now), William the First, as I shall henceforth refer to him, through a mutual married friend who thought we would hit it off. Didn't hurt that he fancies plus size women with large posteriors like yours truly. If you're a fan of "Sex In The City", you'll be familiar with the episode where Carrie tries to make a legitimate boyfriend out of her regular booty call guy. Yeah, doesn't work, does it. William was my regular booty call guy. We went out on dates once or twice, but it just wasn't clicking...it was like he didn't know how to act in public under non sexual circumstances. There was nothing to talk about. So without even saying a word, we relegated ourselves to furtive midnight rendez-vous'. Mostly chez moi, but I did got to his place a few times. Typical bachelor pad. I can see why he enjoyed coming to my place. He was my lover for about two years before we parted ways. From time to time, William the First would feign deep feelings and emotions for me, then wouldn't/couldn't back them up. He was spinning his wheels. I even tried to reciprocate, but I couldn't. I didn't see us going anywhere. Finally, I just stopped answering his calls. I got tired of it all. I knew he'd keep trying and I keep trying and we'd go nowhere instead.

Fast forward to 2007.

William, the Second. I met this William on the internet. He had approached me and expressed some interest. At this time in my life, I hadn't been with or even really had a serious connection with a Black male since William, the First. Almost 5 years to be exact. William, the Second is late 40s, handsome white collar single Black male. He's well educated and well traveled. Ever the gentleman and yes, well endowed. ;) But, I'm not going to elaborate on how I know this for a fact.

So, William, the Second and I had been chatting online for over a year now and to be honest, at first, I never really considered him as a serious contender for my attention or affection given the nature of his career. He's some kind of executive muckety muck, has to travel 70%-80% of the year AND he gets up at an insanely early time to deal with international stuff. So, I knew he really didn't have time for anything more than HI! and BYE! He was just a nice brotha that I chatted with online from time when he had time and sought me out. eta: No. We don't work for the same company.

Anywho.

Couple weeks ago, William the Second IM'd me and it was pretty much chit chat as usual, but this time, I ended up giving him my phone number. Mostly because I was tired of typing, but also, to see where things would go. He called me IMMEDIATELY after I typed the last digit of my number in the IM box. LOL! WHOA! We spoke on the phone for some time. Laughing and joking the whole time. I really liked this guy and suggested that we get together soon and meet in real life. He agreed and we set tentative plans to meet after work the next day.

We met at a local sandwich shop and I must say that he was more attractive than his picture. PHEW! We ate and talked and laughed. Life is good. He likes me. I like him. Now, what? Well, there was something afterwards, but uh...heh. I'm not going to kiss and tell.
As far as a relationship or dating. Nothing. That's what. We kinda left things at that. He had some traveling to do. I had stuff to do. Didn't really want to expect too much. So, a week or so went by. No contact. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he sent me a text message early one morning. "I was just thinking about you wanted to say hello wanna see you again soon..."

This prompted a barrage of text and phone calls back and forth that day. He'd squeeze in a phone call or text message between meetings and muckety muck stuff. He really did like me, I thought to myself. Then radio silence. Text messages; unreplied. Phone calls; not answered. I thought, "UH OK! Well, I'm not going to chase no man down. If I call you a couple times and you don't answer then I figure you not interested anymore." Yeah, it has happened before and it will happen again. Internet guy craps out in the beginning leg of the race. Just falls flat. I hate that! So, I sent him one last text basically telling him that I get the message and I'm removing his name from my phone. Radio silence continues.

It had been a week since I last heard from William, the Second and although I had pretty much pushed him out of my mind, there was still this teeny tiny tinge of curiosity as to why in the hell after so much time and energy in pursuing me he would just crap out like that. He didn't strike me as the type to do that. To be immature. To shrink away into obscurity like that.

Fast forward to today.

I got a text. "After being sick and in a car accident. I now up right." WUH! Now, come to think of it I did noticed he was kinda cruddy after his last trip, so being sick was not a stretch of the imagination. Then, to think he may have been mangled in a car accident was not even conceivable. I texted back that I thought he had simply lost interest to which he replied, "No, my interest was not lost. I was not feeling well and it got worse I felt well enough to go to work Monday morning was in car accident"

So, I called him this afternoon and we spoke for a while. He had bronchitis and then on his way into work Monday morning, he collided with a deer. He did, indeed, sound a teeny bit congested still and said not to make him laugh 'cause it hurt. He had been bruised up a bit from the collision. :( So, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and cut him some slack. I offered to bring him some chicken matzah ball soup; not quite kosher, but it sounds soothing. He declined. He's got to fly out of town again tonight, but promised to call me when he gets back to town this weekend. Before ending our call today, I said. "Well. You're out the gutter now. I guess you can put your big toe back on the curb, but if you mess up again...that's it." He apologized again and insisted that he would make every effort to get himself off the curb and back on the right path with me.

The Elusive Black Male Knitter...

does he even exist? The mind boggles.
One of our new local KC Metro male knitters posted a plea for help the other day on Ravelry that prompted me to think some on the whole issue of male knitters/crocheters.

You see, whenever, I'm hanging out at a LYS, usually MisKnits, and I see a gentleman stroll in off the street. He's always a White male. Never really dawned on me until the other day that I have yet to witness with mine own eyes a Black, Asian or Latino male knitter/crocheter. (I say it in the order knitter/crocheter not because one is better than the other because I do both, but because it just flows better when spoken.)

Anywho, it's not like I spend an inordinate amount of time in the LYS because lawd knows I need to hangout more and have been told so on MANY occasions, but even on those rare times when I get hangout I do see Black female knitters/crocheters pass through...even stay for a while and socialize. Haven't seen that with my Black male counterparts yet.

I imagine because there's a double stigma on Black males who knit/crochet. I mean let's face it. Most of us, already ASSume (including yours truly) that the majority of male knitters/crocheters are gay. Then, add to that the stigma of being a knitter/crocheter. The funny thing is that up until WWI, males were the majority of knitters/crocheters and women were less likely to knit/crochet and even today in some parts of South America, women are forbidden to knit/crochet.

I think that men, and I don't know why sexuality has anything to do with crafting by the way, should just DO IT. Just get you some needles, a hank of yarn and a book and go for it. Flaunt it. Beat your chest and bark about it. Take back part of your history. As Early Culyer would say, "GIT YOU SOME BOY!" ;)

Open your own male centric yarn shops with stuff you like. Start your own male centric groups and get together and do your thang. Tell us girls to go away if you want. Although, uh...I'd be sniffing about on the perimeter trying to waft some female pheromones your way. :D heh. I can't help it. Something about a man that can craft that turns me on now. Yes, I had mixed feelings about it a couple years ago, didn't think it was very manly, but now...I think it's even more manly. Shows that he is confident, strong and doesn't give a rats @ss what society thinks and that my friend is a HUGE turn on now. :: GRRRR! ::

:: EHEM! ::

So, uh...yeah. GO KNIT YOU SOMETHING, AIGHT?

The Best Known Male Knitters of the 20th Century

My favorite Squidbillies Episodes

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0. This Show Is Called Squidbillies

1. Today’s World Runs on Computers
   

2. Coal Dust
   

3. We did…With Computers
   

4. Passion Is For Smashin’
   

5. My Program Worked!
   

6. Did You Hear That?
   

7. It’s Just The Sherriff
   

8. It’s Not So Bad
   

9. Heat and Pressure
   

10. Utopia
    

11. Free From Gay Utopia
    

12. Tax Preparing
    

Don't touch the trim!

KC Metro Ravelry Meetup at the The Studio

left to right: Jennifer, Beth, Sarah

The lovely PlazaJen, BethKuta, Cindi and LauraGayle. were the hostesses with the mostestess this past Sunday for KC Ravelry meetup in the back parking lot at The Studio Knitting and Needlepoint. There was a food drive for our local food pantry, Harvesters, a Ravelry inspired cupcake contest, door prizes and Ravatar buttons for everyone who attended. :( Mine got messed up during assembly, otherwise, I'd post a peekture of it.

Upon my arrival at the festivities, the issue of seat placement came up. You see I wanted to sit in the darkest, shadiest part of the parking lot, but the majority of the ladies were seated across the way in less shady part of the parking lot. Now, I'm Black and I was wearing my black "agree(1)" shirt, black pants and a black shoes so I was liable to combust at any given moment.
Yeah, I know. Why did I wear all black. I thought about that as I was driving 15 minutes late for the event that it was too late to go back and change and well, dammit I looked cute.

Just as I had scoped out my spot under a nice big tree, got settled in and was about to sit down, PlazaJen yells from across the parking lot for me to join them over there 'cause they had a space open up. To which I responded very loudly, "UH! GURL! You know I can't come over there it's HOT! I might combust! Ain't no shade over there. I'm Black and I'm Blacker with all this damn Black on. HMPH!" To which, she replied something to the effect of well it's not that hot over here we got some shade. I'm doing ok. To which I replied, "GURL! You ain't Black though!" Then, other ladies chimed in and I caved. I grabbed up all my stuff and hauled it over to the empty spot. UGH! IT WAS BLAZIN' and I could tell the sun was about to shift and light up the whole joint over there. As I looked around me, I felt the need to quarantine myself from the unsuspecting, innocent and sanctified folks that may be sitting in earshot of me. More about this in a minute. So, no sooner had I dropped trow over there next who I would soon come to know as Jaycey aka insubordiknit, I picked up everything and hauled it back over to my original spot this time followed by my homies Jenny aka Gingie aka SwimmingJne and Beth aka Whatrowamion. I got myself settled in again in the shade, then headed over to drop off my Harvesters donation inside the shop. Then, over to the Ravatar table to cut out my button insert so it would be ready for assembly. That's when I hear a very cool ginger lady say something like, "HEY! Why did you move? What did I do?" to which, as discretely as possible, I quietly replied covering the side of my face so others couldn't see. "Well, you see my filter doesn't always work and well, there's babies, Christians and old ladies around here, so I just segregate myself 'cause you just never know with me 'cause I'm old and Southern and loud and I just don't care sometimes but, I do try to behave in polite company. I do really try." I suppose this is a good time for me to explain to those that don't know me why when you see me out and about at events I might come off as aloof or distant. It's for your own good. LOL! I reckon the folks that like me and accept me for me will tolerate me at the very least, especially sans filter. I think I make too much of a fuss about it, but you just never know. Maybe I'm not too bad. I'd rather just stay away from folks and let them decide if they are brave enough to delve into the fire. LOL! I like to be irreverent, funny, goofy, make jokes, gawk at hot mens, talk about inappropriate things (mainly men and sex), rant, rave and be loud sometimes, but I do (mostly) know when to shut up and when to behave...and when I don't know when to hush up, I have Teri and Joanna to give me the stink eye. LOL! Sometimes, I have a hard time reading folks, so I keep things short and sweet. No fuss, no muss. Sometimes, I am the one that is made to feel uncomfortable and I'm the one who will shy away out of fear of offending someone or being offended. And sometimes, there's folks you just can't stand and/or they can't stand you. :: shrug! :: Yeah, I said it. There are TWO such folks in the local area and my close friends know who they are and they, generally, agree that these folks are NOT quite right in the head. LOL! Takes a lot for me to NOT like someone, so you know these folks gotta be some kinda crazy, weird, obnoxious and/or just not right for me to avoid them like the plague. Like someone once said, "...You're dead to me..."

Anywho...that's that.

left to right: Jacey, Jennifer, Beth

Heather

So, after a while, the sun did indeed light up that other spot and folks started to migrate over my way. That's when Jaycey and her friend Heather came and flanked me on either side. JennyJen and her husband Jason were sitting on the curb in front of us, too. heh. Come to find out I had mixed ole JennyJen aka Jennyswonderland up with this other lady who I thought was named Jenny, but whose name is really Elisabeth from up Topeka way on the Kansas City Crafters forum. LAWD! When I saw her Ravatar button, I knew who she was. Now, for a while, I have been racked with guilt thinking that every damn time I see her and I open my mouth that I'm offending poor JennyJen. Yeah, I gave her that nickname by accident, but she liked it and kept it. Anyhow, couple of Saturdays ago, after WWKIP day, we were all sitting around at MisKnits and somehow I got to ranting about Kobe beef and come to find out JennyJen is vegan, then I said something else and something else and seemed like I kept on stepping in it everytime. GOOD LAWD! So, I figured well, let me just stay over here and keep my mouth shut, so I don't say something else crazy 'cause I bet she don't like me. LOL! Well, while they was sitting there on the curb, I went ahead and spilled my proverbial guts and found out that Jason and Jenny likes me and think I'm funny and entertaining and that I hadn't put my feets in my mouf after all. YAY! So, I heaved a great big ole sigh of relief and ate another cupcake. PHEW! I made a few jokes and all was well with the world. After a few minutes, we were joined by a lady and her toddler son. Well, damn. Now, I have to behave. It was difficult, but I think I managed not to say anything too crazy that he might start repeating around town. LOL! :: ehem :: I do try to run away from folks with kids for their own safety.

left to right: Jason, Baby Jake (not theirs), Jennifer

Matter of fact, towards the end of the event, we were joined by a cute little girl name Cass. I figured she was in high school, but she was 18. Grown, but not grown enough for me. I'm 37. I'm twice her age. Somehow, we got on the subject of those crazy girls in Glouchester all trying to get pregnant at the same time. MAN! I went on a rant. Good thing the baby was gone by then. I mean what were those girls thinking. You gotta have a LOT OF MONEY to support a child. They ain't even out of high school yet and having a baby!? THE HELL! They didn't think about the sleepless nights, the croup, the ear infections, clothes, medicine, toys, education, food, shelter, daycare, books, equipment, hollering, fussing, cussing, that goes along with rearing a child. Yes, there's good parts. I know, but the nitty gritty of day to day rearing of a child is exhausting just to think about it. Boy, I must have fussed for a few minutes 'cause Cass' eyes were wide open. LOL! She's a good girl, though. I can tell. She won't do anything rash like that. Then, I got on a rant about these teenage kids who go to prom drunk and pass out from alcohol poisoning and all this. Where do they get the alcohol!? THE PARENTS! YEP! That's right. :: headdesk :: I don't know. I mean in Europe, kids are exposed to alcohol at younger ages and they seem to be able, generally speaking, to manage themselves appropriately, but what is it about American kids that causes them to just go plum crazy? :: shrug! :: :: sigh! ::

Jacey and Sarah aka Craftasaurus won some door prizes and PlazaJen won the Manager's Award for her Studio Daisy Cupcakes.

Anywho, it was 3 PM and was time to pack up and move out.
On my way out, I commented on
I said my goodbyes and headed on back to the house for movies, knitting and general laziness.
YAY!

Ghetto GPS Says...

left to right: Laura, Jennifer, Jennifer

This year's Sunflower Knitters Guild Kansas Yarn Crawl was yet another fabulous event enjoyed by all.

I was with my homies Future Mrs. Laura aka NotSoFluffyNotSoKira, PlazaJen and Gingie aka Jenny aka SwimmingJne. I met up with PlazaJen at her house, left my car and hopped in her G ride, then we met up with Future Mrs. Laura and Gingie in the parking lot at the Darth Vadar building. Future Mrs. Laura was already waiting on us when we got there, so me and PlazaJen hopped in the backseat and waited on Gingie. heh. I dubbed her that during our adventure on Saturday. I like it. Its stuck now. Anywho. Soon as Gingie got in the ride, Future Mrs. Laura starts mashing buttons on her fancy GPS system. You see I have a deep and abiding distrust of them damn Global Positioning Systems, otherwise known as GPS. Future Mrs. Laura seems to depend on them thangs to git her from point A to point B and well, I'm old, Southern and fixed in my ways when it comes to some things. Don't git me wrong. I'll use a GPS, but when I know what I know and I know the damn GPS ain't gonna know, well then, you just gotta let me guide you where you going. Anyhow, Mrs. Laura is mashing on that damn GPS, so it can tell her how to git down to Knit Wit in Olathe. Well, I piped up and said, "GIRL! You got the Black Girl GPS back here. You don't need no damn GPS machine to tell you nothin'. Come now, let's roll." Well, she swore up and down that the damn GPS knows where its going and will tell you in a polite BRITISH accent. HMPH! Why you need a old British man to tell you where you going. GURL! You got the ghetto fabulous blinged out system in your backseat. SHOOT! Let's roll.
So, she gave in and let me do the guiding. heh. Somewhere along the way to Knit Wit, I coined the phrase "Ghetto GPS". Yep, that's me.

Knit Wit purchases go here.
Gotta get unlazy enough to take some yarn pr0n first.

Then, we were off to the Needlenest.

Then, over to Lawrence for Tracy Bonkers and then over to the Yarn Barn.
Many thanks to Future Mrs. Laura aka NotSoFluffyNotSoKira for chauffeuring me, PlazaJen and Gingie aka Jenny aka SwimmingJne. We had us a good time, I tell you. I was unfiltered, as usual. :: evil grin :: I like that I can be myself around these girls and they don't get all bunched up AND they get me AND they laugh at my jokes. As Early Culyer would say, "HELL YEAH!"

Damned If I Do...

Damned If I Don't.

That sums up today's post.

First, let me sincerely thank all of you who have patiently stalked my Etsy shop and blog, emailed, and verbally approached me about when I'm going to update my shop with new products. :: hangs head :: I know. I know, but here's a synopsis of where I am so far.

April : Mandarin Chinese Classes, Knitting in the Heartland and 20+ custom orders.
- Talk about freakin' busy. I was, practically, hold up in my house the entire month.
May: Maryland Sheep & Wool, Mother's Day, Memorial Day, House Renovation, Take Care of Family, then go braindead afterwards from exhaustion.
- Time for social interaction. It was good because I was becoming somewhat of a hermit and my friends/family were starting to complain that they hadn't seen me for so long. I'm sure they wanted to send out a search party to make sure I wasn't rotting in the basement or something. And yes, I got a couple cranky emails and text messages from some of my friends asking what they had done so wrong that I would completely ignore them. :: sigh :: I felt so bad. I was so focused on working, that I totally neglected my personal relationships.
Then came time for the Maryland Sheep & Wool festival. It was good to go see my Gwenie Gwen in DC. Then, the following week, Mother's Day weekend. Unfortunately, I was on-call for two weeks (the week of Mother's Day and the following week) and couldn't go home to see after my Mom, so I promised to go see her for a whole week starting Memorial Day weekend. At some point during the month of May, GP HQ underwent final renovations.
June: Workroom renovations finalized, PackRat and There.com obsession, a visit from my long lost step brother, Marvin, who I haven't seen since he was 6 years old, then World Wide Knit in Public Day today.
- Hopefully, you've already read my post about There.com and PackRat. I love playing PackRat with PlazaJen, NotSoFluffy, Teri, LauraGayle and countless others. I've found that being on There.com and Facebook is a great way for me to somewhat appease my family and friends by being able to interact with them online until I can get to see them in real life. I had lost touch with my big sister/best friend/cousin Kim and being on There.com has given us a chance to rekindle our bond and stay better in touch. Oldest brother, Adrian has joined there.com and Facebook and we both have found so many of our relatives on Facebook...we, even, found middle brother, Marvin on Facebook. Some of you have heard the story about my middle brother, Marvin. My father married his mother, Mrs. Linda when I was around 16. Oldest brother, Adrian and I, went to live with my dad for a year, right after he had returned from a long stint at an Army base in Germany with Mrs. Linda and little Marvin. Mrs. Linda had 2 children (Benita and Marvin) from a previous marriage. Anywho, after I graduated from high school there, Adrian and I were sent to live with my Mom down in Arkansas and we never saw Marvin again.
Fast forward to last week. I had heard bits and pieces about Marvin's life from my Dad and Mrs. Linda and Ryan. I knew he had graduated from Westpoint, was an Army officer, had fathered a baby boy named Ethan, had been deployed to Iraq and now is being deployed to Afghanistan. Suddenly, last Monday, I got a phone call from Marvin. He was here in Kansas at Ft. Riley for that special Army training you get right before they ship you off to the desert. Next day, I get a text message asking what my plans were for Wednesday and Thursday. He wanted to see his big sister after all these years. :: sniffle :: He was still 6 years old in my mind. I wondered what he would look like after all these years. I was so excited. Of course, I had to run around like a mad woman straightening, cleaning, primping, preparing the house for his arrival. Thursday came and I was still frantically preparing for his arrival. Finally, late Thursday night he arrived with a fellow Army officer who had been kind enough to drive him into town. They both were flying out the next day for their weekend respite. It was nice seeing him. He was such a mensch. Looks like Mrs. Linda and Dad managed to raise a nice young man. We got a chance to reminisce and catch up a bit over dinner at Sharp's then, they were off to rendez-vous with the boys for some late night partying before departing the next day. I was so happy to be a gracious hosts for these soldiers; to be able to provide some comfort and simple pleasure like a good home cooked meal and a soft bed if only for just one night meant so much to me. I was proud and happy to open my home to my brother and his fellow soldiers.

Fast forward to today, World Wide Knit in Public Day on the plaza. I was reminded how nice it is to just sit outside and be alive. I loved just being outside. The shade from the grand old oak, the fresh grass, the breezes wisping by and camaraderie of fellow knitters. We had a great turnout. I was flanked by my homies, Tanya aka [CraftyGrrl](person) aka CraftyT, Laura aka [FluffyKira](person) aka NotSoFluffyNotSoKira, Mary aka [Stringofpurls13](person), Jennifer aka [Grasshopper](person) and my new homie, Mrs. Jennie from the block aka [SwimmingJne](person). LOVE HER! :* heh.
She came to pickup a special hotrod flame snap bag and that's all she wrote. We hit it off instantly and now she's one of mines. MINE! :) We all chit chatted (filter was OFF, but I did warn them) LOL!, I did lots of gawking at some of the hot male eye candy joggers and worked on my amigurumi Benny the Monkey for awhile. Afterwards, I hotfooted over to Misknits for some cupcakes and more amigurumi Benny crochet. Then, I rushed home, showered, ironed, changed and went to dinner with my dear friends Chris and Matthew at our friendly, local restaurant haunt owned and managed by our dear friends Chris and Tai, Cafe Trio.
Then, home again, and I'm blogging to let all of you know what's been going on.

Today, barring any other fantastic surprises, I made a resolution to crank out some bags tomorrow and all next week. I have some pre-existing orders to fill, then I'll have bags ready for the general public. I have new exciting fabrics, high end woven labels are on the way and I have some new design features to reveal.

Once again, thank you all for your patronage, support and patience. Rest assured it is always a good thing to wait for the good stuff. You can't always get what you want when you want it, but when you do it makes it all the more special, doesn't it? ;) Always remember that I take custom orders, i.e. swaps, birthday, anniversary, whatever the occasion, just drop me a message on Ravelry or at girleypurls [at] hotmail [dot] com and let me know what you need and by what date and I'll git 'er done. I promise. :)

The World in There!

:: wags fists :: It's all her fault! D!MN YOU WOMAN! Yet another time vortex....
First, Facebook and that d@mn Pack Rat game and now I'm on there.

My cousin, Kim has been talking about "there" for some time now (about a year) and I just never really paid too much attention to what she was trying to tell me until this week when I got this random text message from her that read "hey dont u wanna go 2 mpls in july?"

Uh Wuh! Why! Who does she know in Minneapolis of all places?

So, I text her back and find that she's fallen in love with a guy she met on "there". As a matter of fact, they are newly weds. In game, of course, not in real life.

All this prompted a barrage of questions and piqued my interests. Hmm....there, huh.

So, I took the proverbial leap off the deep end and joined up, too. WOW! I've never indulged in 3d virtual worlds like this before. Sure, there's Second Life, but then there's there, too.

So, now I'm there and here and trying to be everywhere and not really succeeding at any of it. LOL!

Being in there has been quite an experience. For the first time in my life, I can wear a bikini (Miss Dulce Avi do got back and big boobs, though), jump off the edge of a building and do tricks on a hoverboard while I glide down to the surface, wear really hot designer clothes, roll around the beach in a fly dune buggy, and fly around from island to island in my hoverpack. Now, all I need is a virtual sugar daddy and life would really be sweet. Standby...I'm working on it. :: cheese! ::

Too bad they don't have a knitting module where we can virtually sit around and knit and stuff.
Kind of defeats the purpose of knitting since you don't have an actual tangible object, but would be fun to use to keep in touch with far away friends where we could VIRTUALLY knit and hangout. :: sigh! ::

If you go there, look me up. I'm dulcedosa there, too. ;)