As I lay here… not quite foetal :-)

I just need to start off with a ‘jeeze man’ my back is killing me. I caught myself in a fall yesterday, and thought it was no big deal… but now my lower back is feeling DIRE! I think I might need to go off to the docs tomorrow… shite! I’d go foetal with the pain if I could bend that way . . . :-)

I also gotta say – I’ve got an exciting new chapter happening in my world. I’ve had some sad closures… but I’ve got some pretty exciting beginnings going on to.

I’ll be writing more about all this soon, but just now, I need to go and deal with this awesome back pain.

You are not forgotten… just postponed!

Love,

Lx

A new hope...(Let's all have a fluffy bunny-hug)

Sounds a bit like the beginning of Star Wars :-)
New World, new hope... If I could make this scroll up the screen with some theme tunes... Man move over Lucas!

First I need to share my crushing, and I do mean shattered, experience... I found out late last night that Leafy made rusks. I *adore* her rusks. Seriously, I actively steal them when she makes them. I put them in a box and I hide in the back garden to eat them. I have been told I have a problem - perhaps one of those little addictions that you hear so much about on all the best talk-shows.
I usually find a reason to spend the night at her house when I know she has them drying out.. so that I can be on hand to steal the best ones. So I am sneaky as well...

But now, she's in Wigan. And she made them -and get this shiiaat- for people I don't even know! I kid you not, total strangers to me have eaten them. They don't love her rusks like I do. I bet they don't moan when they dunk them in coffee... Sweet baby James, I think I'm a little turned on by these!
So now, I'm crushed. Rusks were made, and I have none. I am having coffee *right freaking now* and I have no rusk. Are you feeling my pain, loyal reader?

Now that we have cleared the pain out of the way... I'm heading for the New World, people. I will be dropping hints and details as time goes, so pay attention.

New Hope, New World :-)
Less rain, more smiles, new adventures to be had. The land of great seafood and great music beckons...

Lovin' Yall from the edge.... if I only had a rusk to call my own...

I’m tired – please show me something real.

I am preparing to walk out the door and up the street… do I need to put my wellies on?

I am smelling suspicious amounts of bullshit in my lovely little world and I am thinking I need to go all 005.1 (I’m too short for 007) on the cause.

The thing is, I am struggling to work out why I should even care…I think today’s little chat will about life, and bullshit interjections.

Why do we have this? Is it that we need to create drama where there is none, in order to make our worlds more interesting? Will we ever learn that back-biting and bullshit never works…reality works. Honesty works. No hiding who and what you are – that works.

Bullshit is a short-term thrill, and it does not work. Yet, as a people we seem to be so often covered in the stuff.

I’m shrinking my world, people. I want real. No more purveyors of bullshit. Just because I don’t give a shit, does not mean that I don’t care… I would rather have 1 good friend that I can trust, than be surrounded by 100 half arsed attempts.

Are you on that list? Do I need to get my wellies on when you are near? If I need wellies for you… then go on home. I have enough short term thrills that are sexier than bullshit for any day of my week.

Am I upset? No. Am I sad? No.

I am real… are you?

Love,

Lxx – tired of having to scrape massive amounts of smelly bullshit out of the way every time she walks out the door.

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This guy is my latest discovery… If you are a fan of Indie, and we all know anyone with any good taste is, you gotta go check this out. He’s a virtual ‘unknown’, but man is he good.

Love,

L xx

Perfect hair, pouty lips, stunning legs…

Yes, it’s me – well sorta. It’s a bit like having a face lift, except it’s not real. It’s my latest ‘net love… Second Life.

The people are real people, the places are all user created and even the Smithsonian is on there! But do you wanna know the very best part?? You get to create your own avatar (that’s geek-speak for animated computer person).

I, and I shit you not, have even found a live blues joint near a trailer park on the Gulf Coast…I am talking Second Life here folks.

Check it out – that’s me! Nearly as gorgeous as the real me, yes?

See ya’ll there…

Lynn – the soap-box goddess

The Wonders of Facebook

I know ya’ll are thinkin’ - ‘Is she the last person on Earth to discover Facebook?’ – probably.

It’s not that I’m tech-challenged (as a matter of fact, I’m a severe gadget freak!) is more that I always thought things like Facebook were a bit silly. Well, I have seen the error of my ways! Yes, I have been shown the Light.

When I moved overseas, I lost touch with nearly everyone I went to school with. Not anymore. I didn’t lose them, they were waiting for me like my loving family on Facebook.

When I lived in the South, I was always on the chat with my cousin Kim –then I moved overseas… Well – we chat nearly daily on Facebook. I was even tracked down by Stacey – one of my favourite Canadians!

Sweet baby James – My grandmother is on Facebook.

My local mates are there… Speaking of mates – It’s Saturday and I better run to Facebook and see what our plan is for the evening!

Now, if I could just get the world to discover SL with me… hehehe

Lovin Ya’ll

Lynn xx

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I just wanna feel Real Love…

Sweet baby James! Let me tell you - *today* yes folks *today* I put myself in the hands of the sweet boy at Sony – and I am forever changed. I explained to him about the power of the Southern Hissyfit if I wasn’t happy, and he understood.

Do you get me here? He understood! I am so happy I could weep for joy. Seriously ya’ll, I think I feel a tear…

Lemme ‘splain. I need my music cocoon to be complete. I need Robbie and Natalie and Satch to sound perfect. And I am a *total* sound snob, so I mean puuuuurrrrfect. Perfect access to perfect sound is always a must, but lately with the living-room drama, I would go as far to say that it is freakin crucial.

So I told this boy… this sweet sweet boy, my troubles. He took me by the hand, explained all the ways one could achieve sound excellence and helped me. He looked in the face of a future hissyfit and felt no fear. He was proud, and he accepted the responsibility.

I am off to play in SL and play my music as loud as I want…

Lovin ya’ll from my soap-box xxxx

Yes, I am still alive.

Greetings loyal reader(s), I am still here, and absolutely full of tidy things to post. HOWEVER – the Mother-Unit has been visiting for the last week, so time to post has been a little thin on the ground… So if you need wisdom you will have to wait until later in the week.

Can I get a favour from the folks of Cardiff – Y’all puhleaaze stop wearin the bright spandex with high-heels and crap tops. You are just *killin* my momma. I have lived in the UK for years, so I am numb to the attack… please have mercy on my momma and let someone else dress you before you go outside? Just for a few days?

Love,

Lynn – missin her gilded soap-box just a bit