<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:57:40.027-07:00</updated><category term='voting'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='romance'/><category term='spookiness'/><category term='cemeteries'/><category term='doubts'/><category term='poem'/><category term='first dates'/><category term='puzzels'/><category term='magic'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='second'/><category term='proposal'/><category term='Dancing'/><category term='safety'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='online'/><category term='home'/><category term='building'/><category term='falling'/><category term='flying'/><category term='second life'/><category term='new romance'/><category term='heights'/><category term='Love'/><category term='cuddling'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='dating'/><category term='clubs'/><category term='engagement'/><title type='text'>Mush E Mush</title><subtitle type='html'>Second Life is a great place to spawn a romance. This ongoing blog will chronicle the relationship development of two people that just so happened to hit it off in so many ways.  This will be a day to day account starting with how we met, then a description of the things we do and maybe even some thoughts as to where we are going. 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enough?'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-2876745734011228203</id><published>2010-06-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:37:41.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm what did I say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYIAfiVGluk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2876745734011228203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmm-what-did-i-say.html' title='Hmm what did I say?'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-3039249089217581253</id><published>2010-06-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:24:00.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIIZGugGCzA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/05/staying-out-of-way-can-be-bad-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1334211404932879043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1334211404932879043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/05/staying-out-of-way-can-be-bad-too.html' title='Staying out of the way can be bad too sometimes.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-3727750655632226824</id><published>2010-03-17T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:07:15.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Baby Run</title><content type='html'>It ain't easy being GREEN ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6Fgj-WZZxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8sQSGxF5HjM/s1600-h/Kermit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6Fgj-WZZxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8sQSGxF5HjM/s320/Kermit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-3727750655632226824?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/3727750655632226824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/03/run-baby-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3727750655632226824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3727750655632226824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/03/run-baby-run.html' title='Run Baby Run'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6Fgj-WZZxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8sQSGxF5HjM/s72-c/Kermit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-650374942926205535</id><published>2010-03-15T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:24:00.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>What would it be like?  If ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we had never met? &lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't been in the mood for donuts? &lt;br /&gt;If you weren't intrigued by my need for shoes? &lt;br /&gt;If we hadn't taken a chance?&lt;br /&gt;If I had been a furry? (hahaha kidding)&lt;br /&gt;If YOU had been a furry? (kidding again)&lt;br /&gt;If we lived in the same city? &lt;br /&gt;If we more alike? &lt;br /&gt;If we let more of the walls that consume us down? &lt;br /&gt;If things were different....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I do watch Grey's Anatomy!  But I do NOT wear a purity ring ^.~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHPj5-vCaCw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHPj5-vCaCw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-650374942926205535?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/650374942926205535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/650374942926205535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/650374942926205535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-4347699849407632219</id><published>2010-02-18T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:32:27.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Have You</title><content type='html'>So I took my title for the post from the song title.  But those are the words that are continually running around and around in my head today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with a glimpse of a dream that I had last night, and has continued well into the afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domi and I are coming up on a full year since we met, and some days it feels just like yesterday, others it feels like many many years ago.  Both are pretty inspiring, since we have surrounded ourselves with relationships in SL.  Unfortunately most of those relationships that we witness don't last a year, or even sometimes a week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship has grown, changed, and molded into something that I believe we are both pretty happy and proud of.  Are we the same couple we were last February? No ... but then again if we were, I strongly believe we wouldn't still be looking forward to the next minute, the next hour, the next night that we spend together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses baby ... still feeling it strong as ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NKj8NktLs8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NKj8NktLs8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-4347699849407632219?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/4347699849407632219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/02/gotta-have-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4347699849407632219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4347699849407632219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/02/gotta-have-you.html' title='Gotta Have You'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-9212463654340732499</id><published>2010-02-08T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T04:49:22.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year and a Month</title><content type='html'>Well Blossoms and I are about to complete 1 year since we've met, and I'm pleased to say that we still are able to have fun, exchange some small tokens of our romantic yearnings, and in addition spend lots of fun times upgrading and expanding our joint business venture.   We havn't had much time for some of the things we used to enjoy most, but every now and then something new to experience together pops up and there we are, laughing and basically together.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were able to watch the Super Bowl together and just like most of the things we do with one another, our wishes came true and our friends team won the New Orleans Saints.  Congratulations to that team by the way, it kind of showed me that taking risks and being aggressive is usually a great strategy, I'll have to implement more of that thinking into my personal choices.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days to come I look forward toward our first valentine's day together and also celebrate in some special way the one full year together.  It's been great and I still love you baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-9212463654340732499?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/9212463654340732499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-and-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/9212463654340732499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/9212463654340732499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-and-month.html' title='The New Year and a Month'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-1538228251078468847</id><published>2009-11-19T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:46:09.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some Humor for Thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mWFWlzOR5YI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mWFWlzOR5YI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring the legendary comedian Marty Feldman and the Muppets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-1538228251078468847?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/1538228251078468847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-some-humor-for-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1538228251078468847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1538228251078468847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-some-humor-for-thursday.html' title='Just some Humor for Thursday.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-4941673721418009513</id><published>2009-11-13T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:45:25.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me</title><content type='html'>Kiss me now, kiss me while there is time.  &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me when the moon is full. &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me when the sun is bright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me now, kiss me on my lips. &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me under the sheets. &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me now, please kiss me my love.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me before all our kisses are gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nh2aot_Ost4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nh2aot_Ost4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on, let me get the words out before I burst&lt;br /&gt;There's no truth at all, poking at the giant eyes of ancient gods&lt;br /&gt;Cool heads have failed, now it's time for me to have my turn&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me, life is way too short to scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashed up in my wildest dreams, the dark red blood streams, stretching out like vast cracked ice.&lt;br /&gt;The veins of you, the veins of me, like great forest trees &lt;br /&gt;Pushing through and on and in&lt;br /&gt;Gliding like a satellite in the broken night&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you're there I'm saved&lt;br /&gt;Your love is life piled tight and high set against the sky&lt;br /&gt;That seems to balance on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing out, sing out, the silence only eats us from the inside up&lt;br /&gt;I meant no harm but I only get to say these words too late&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up, dreaming only leads to more and more nightmares&lt;br /&gt;Snap out of it you said it in a way that showed you really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashed up in my wildest dreams, the dark red blood streams, stretching out like vast cracked ice&lt;br /&gt;The veins of you, the veins of me, like great forest trees &lt;br /&gt;Pushing through and on and in&lt;br /&gt;Gliding like a satellite in the broken night&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you're there I'm saved&lt;br /&gt;Your love is life piled tight and high set against the sky&lt;br /&gt;That seems to balance on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your lifeboats out for me&lt;br /&gt;Send your lifeboat out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-4941673721418009513?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/4941673721418009513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4941673721418009513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4941673721418009513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss me'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5224913460786253060</id><published>2009-10-26T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:44:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go!</title><content type='html'>Last night Domi and I watched U2 on YouTube live from their last show of the 2009 No Line on the Horizon tour.   And as to be expected with any U2 Concert (live or recorded) and I, there was the full run of emotions.  Laughter, lots of smiles, full range of tears, mild irritation at Bono forgetting or changing the lyrics, and extreme happiness!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thought that Domi is truly realizing how much that I shouldn't know about U2!  Including the fact that Bono always wears those horrible looking lift shoes of his.  Although lift shoes or not, the fab four from Ireland still amaze me every time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was a pretty good mix of old and new, with a splash of songs that I normally don't here them play much in a concert .... Ultraviolet.  And of course the blanketed theme was both spacey and political.  Spacey because the stage set up was a HUGE spaceship looking thing. And political because well it's U2 ^.~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my all time favorite U2 songs that they didn't play last night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wMYRU7Lalk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wMYRU7Lalk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discotheque-U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can reach&lt;br /&gt;But you can't grab it&lt;br /&gt;You can hold it, control it&lt;br /&gt;No, you can't bag it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can push&lt;br /&gt;But you can't direct it&lt;br /&gt;Circulate, regulate, oh no&lt;br /&gt;You cannot connect it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're chewing bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;You know what that is&lt;br /&gt;But you still want some&lt;br /&gt;You just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;Of that lovie dovie stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get confused&lt;br /&gt;But you know it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you hurt for it, work for it, love&lt;br /&gt;You don't always show it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Discotheque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Discotheque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for the one&lt;br /&gt;But you know you're somewhere else instead&lt;br /&gt;You want to be the song&lt;br /&gt;Be the song that you hear in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...Love...&lt;br /&gt;Love...Love...&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a trick&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't learn it&lt;br /&gt;It's the way you don't pay, that's okay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't earn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're chewing bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;You know what that is&lt;br /&gt;But you still want some&lt;br /&gt;You just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;Of that lovie dovie stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Discotheque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go&lt;br /&gt;Go go&lt;br /&gt;Discotheque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for the one&lt;br /&gt;But you know you're somewhere else instead&lt;br /&gt;You want to be the song&lt;br /&gt;Be the song that you hear in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;(You want heaven in your heart)&lt;br /&gt;(Heaven in your heart)&lt;br /&gt;(The sun, the moon, and the stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you take what you can get&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all that you can find&lt;br /&gt;But you know there's something more&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha...ha...&lt;br /&gt;Ha...ha...&lt;br /&gt;Ha...ha...&lt;br /&gt;Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque&lt;br /&gt;(I can't get, I can't, not enough)&lt;br /&gt;(Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque&lt;br /&gt;(I can't get, I can't, not enough)&lt;br /&gt;(Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque&lt;br /&gt;(I can't get, I can't, not enough)&lt;br /&gt;(Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque&lt;br /&gt;(I can't get, I can't, not enough)&lt;br /&gt;(Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque&lt;br /&gt;(Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5224913460786253060?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5224913460786253060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5224913460786253060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5224913460786253060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-go.html' title='Let&apos;s Go!'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-747067608378291418</id><published>2009-10-14T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:27:19.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Holiday</title><content type='html'>It is almost Halloween!  My favorite day of the entire year!  When halloween comes, everyone knows its time for the whole shebang of beautiful annual treats such as Turkey day and Christmas.  Halloween is especially special since it's the only time we can create a brand new visual reality to start the new day and not be questioned about it.  Bloss and I are preparing for this day by decorating our two growing business by giving our two brand new girl bots costumes, and perhaps scattering a few tokens of halloween around the land.  Expect that some pumpkins and other curiosities to land soon on a land near you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also finished another season in the shows we watch.  This time it was Dexter season 3 that we were involved with.  Speaking of masks, Dexter frequently comments on those that wear one as opposed to being exposed. Sadly sometimes we just can't be that person we really want to be. At special times though one can be exactly who you want and are meant to be.   These special moments are frequent for me when I'm with my Bloss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/StYX87gwGTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-nRjKoPU_zc/s1600-h/1814180432_0960418f6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/StYX87gwGTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-nRjKoPU_zc/s400/1814180432_0960418f6b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392523939357399346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-747067608378291418?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/747067608378291418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/10/pre-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/747067608378291418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/747067608378291418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/10/pre-holiday.html' title='Pre Holiday'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/StYX87gwGTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-nRjKoPU_zc/s72-c/1814180432_0960418f6b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8994435623426395505</id><published>2009-09-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:17:09.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than ice cream</title><content type='html'>Better than ice cream, even with chocolate syrup and strawberries on top. &lt;br /&gt;Better than the best chocolate that I've ever had.  The kind that I ate in a spooky old graveyard in Ireland. &lt;br /&gt;Better than even Krispy Kreme donuts.  You know the ones, with icing in the middle covered in chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;Better than all of this :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7I5sixwOQlg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7I5sixwOQlg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8994435623426395505?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8994435623426395505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/09/better-than-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8994435623426395505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8994435623426395505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/09/better-than-ice-cream.html' title='Better than ice cream'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8000060466291356458</id><published>2009-07-31T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:45:07.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries ~ My favorite Fruit</title><content type='html'>Lyrics say it all :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.babelgum.com/3022304/coldplay-strawberry-swing-video.html"&gt;See the video here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Strawberry Swing by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting on the Strawberry Swing&lt;br /&gt;Every moment was so precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting&lt;br /&gt;They were talking under Strawberry Swing&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't wanna waste a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, cold water bring me 'round&lt;br /&gt;Now my feet won't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;Cold, cold water what ya say?&lt;br /&gt;When it's such…&lt;br /&gt;It's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;It's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;We were walking up to Strawberry Swing&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until the morning&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't wanna change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People moving all the time&lt;br /&gt;Inside a perfectly straight line&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna just curve away?&lt;br /&gt;When it's such…&lt;br /&gt;It's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;It's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the sky could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Without you it's a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;Without you it’s a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be blue,&lt;br /&gt;Could be gray&lt;br /&gt;Without you I’m just miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;Without you it’s a waste of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8000060466291356458?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8000060466291356458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberries-my-favorite-fruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8000060466291356458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8000060466291356458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberries-my-favorite-fruit.html' title='Strawberries ~ My favorite Fruit'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-2004795990232036017</id><published>2009-07-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:56:41.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've had the time to sit and write a little something here.  But I'm happy to tell everyone that things are wonderful.  We are building on what we already have and in addition we are creating brand new branches to the strong tree that we've sprouted together.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SnCaf-QWE0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7fYiP7H8SiU/s1600-h/BRIO010-brio-building-blocks-natural-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SnCaf-QWE0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7fYiP7H8SiU/s400/BRIO010-brio-building-blocks-natural-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363957030276436802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what I'm most proud of is that the things we are building are things that are not only good for us, but will benefit lots of people in the future as well.  Perfect Pairings indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-2004795990232036017?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/2004795990232036017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/07/building.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2004795990232036017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2004795990232036017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/07/building.html' title='Building!'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SnCaf-QWE0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7fYiP7H8SiU/s72-c/BRIO010-brio-building-blocks-natural-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-2885226989436182989</id><published>2009-07-24T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:03:29.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>Our poor little blog seems to have been lost and forgotten in the shuffle of our lives.  I miss both the interactions and the benefits that both Domi and I received from keeping up with our posts.  But I do understand that things change and we move on.  Our time now filled with weddings and planning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a short time in, but I ask myself, do I regret starting the wedding business? No!  For the most part, I love to please people and have the ability to create a special memory for them.  But there is that side of me that does miss all the times that Domi and I used to have for exploring, dating, and just loving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some day we will be able to juggle both ?  All in all, I'm still very thankful for whatever time that Domi and I share.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Smnz3Ln8lDI/AAAAAAAAACo/8W3zSyeL_og/s1600-h/Thankful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Smnz3Ln8lDI/AAAAAAAAACo/8W3zSyeL_og/s320/Thankful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362084960699978802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-2885226989436182989?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/2885226989436182989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2885226989436182989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2885226989436182989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Smnz3Ln8lDI/AAAAAAAAACo/8W3zSyeL_og/s72-c/Thankful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-1299018556838994155</id><published>2009-06-26T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:52:05.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>We spent the better part of last night remembering and celebrating the musical life of one of the greatest musical icons of our time.  We both heard the news yesterday that Michael Jackson had died of a heart attack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed by many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/klja3RBVXis&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/klja3RBVXis&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-1299018556838994155?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/1299018556838994155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1299018556838994155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1299018556838994155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-4387759151531655927</id><published>2009-06-17T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:23:50.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More hours</title><content type='html'>Can I request more hours in the day, well in this case the night?  The time that we have together always seem to short and flys by too fast.  So this is my written request for more time! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=28095224"&gt;The Cars - Let's Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=28095224,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=28095224,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-4387759151531655927?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/4387759151531655927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4387759151531655927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4387759151531655927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-hours.html' title='More hours'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-1430616705070035631</id><published>2009-06-16T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:07:26.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams</title><content type='html'>Our days are mostly filled with the unordinary and fresh experiences.  Always finding something new to do.  From building, scripting (ugh), killing bigger and badder beasties in Warhammer, all the way to finding new ways to love each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Pairings (our wedding business) is about to launch, hopefully placing us both into even more extravagant scenarios.  How can it not?  It seems everything that we touch as a team turns a plain default textured box of a prim into something we both would have ooo'd and ahh'd over just months earlier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams do come true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hAGtmozOiE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hAGtmozOiE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-1430616705070035631?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/1430616705070035631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1430616705070035631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1430616705070035631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet dreams'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8598881620013576197</id><published>2009-06-05T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:36:28.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hangin out.</title><content type='html'>We are still listening to music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="414"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xslk3_chris-isaak-baby-did-a-bad-bad-thin_music&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xslk3_chris-isaak-baby-did-a-bad-bad-thin_music&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="414" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xslk3_chris-isaak-baby-did-a-bad-bad-thin_music"&gt;Chris Isaak - Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Dancer25"&gt;Dancer25&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/music"&gt;Explore more music videos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still making things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8598881620013576197?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8598881620013576197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-hangin-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8598881620013576197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8598881620013576197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-hangin-out.html' title='Just Hangin out.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-3928685802943067099</id><published>2009-06-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:12:52.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildest dreams...</title><content type='html'>Never, ever, ever in a my wildest of dreams thought that I would be writing a post that told all of you that our home was not only in the top three but was the winner!  The awards ceremony was this past Sunday and I believe it has taken me this long to come down off of that "you're kidding, really?" high of our names being announced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was a whirlwind of emotions.  Thinking during one hour that we might have at least second place secured.  To the next hour wandering if in fact we would even finish in the top three.  When they took our voting pole away at Midnight Saturday, I was actually dreading the outcome to a point.  Thinking we had worked so very hard not only building our house, but then we had poured so much emotion into making it a home.  On top of all the events from that past week, with strangers landing in front of our home to either rave about the build or just try and use our bathroom for personal purposes! (ewww)  At the end of the night as we were saying our good nights and well wishes for the next day I told Domi that not anyone no matter what the outcome was could ever take away how we felt about our home and the emotions that it evoked in each of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Sunday Domi had visited the main location to look at the board one last time earlier in the day.  He had taken a snapshot of the board and sent it to me.  Much to our surprise we were listed as number one according to the votes.  What?  Was this a mistake? Were they just random numbers that the contest promoters had put there?  We then began to try and figure out if those numbers for us were even possible.  Of course doing what each of us does best ... second guessing ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later even as they called out our names as the overall winner in the Best Home in Second Life, I was in shock, racking my brain wondering how and why this had come to be.  I've sense come to the conclusion that it just is!  We worked hard on our home, filled it with lots of love and many memories already, and we deserve the pat on the back so to speak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now world watch out.  Domi and I have already accomplished some pretty remarkable things in our short time together.  So there is no telling what our next TAAA DAAA will be!  But whatever it is, it is bound to be fabulous :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-3928685802943067099?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/3928685802943067099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/wildest-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3928685802943067099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3928685802943067099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/06/wildest-dreams.html' title='Wildest dreams...'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-3195701474383094219</id><published>2009-05-31T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:09:40.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>It seems like the end of chapter two of a beautiful book, that you'd want to read over and over.   Our home, that we worked on and treated with about as much love as we treat each other was recognized as being not only one of the best homes in SL, but the VERY BEST!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SiQp6uuZN2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ee1VRDPP4Lw/s1600-h/Snapshot_002+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SiQp6uuZN2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ee1VRDPP4Lw/s400/Snapshot_002+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342441146920023906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Blossoms and I now know why certain beauty queens sort of stay silent and still when the moment comes when the shocking win is announced.  It's an unexplicable feeling of pleasure, pride and happiness.   Not only for our accomplishments but for all the people that supported and stood behind us saying "you can do it".  It's such a happy time for us and even the house itself, for on our return from the awards ceremony we were treated to this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til Tuesday - Coming Up Close&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-14208819/til_tuesday_coming_up_close_official_music_video.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-14208819/til_tuesday_coming_up_close_official_music_video/"&gt;'til Tuesday - Coming Up Close (Official Music Video)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The best home videos are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the key lyric of this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything sounds like welcome home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not soon after we got another song on the radio:  Our House by Madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness indeed, it's almost as if this moment of our life was pre-scripted our just simply forseen.   I don't know how to describe what I felt yesterday.   But it was almost the same feeling I had when Blossoms and I were joined together in our handfasting ceremony.   I can't wait to see what else we build together, because we definitely have the Midas touch right now.  Our current plans include building a partnership business for ceremonies, and perhaps whatever else our creative minds can think up.  The future looks bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-3195701474383094219?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/3195701474383094219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3195701474383094219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3195701474383094219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SiQp6uuZN2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ee1VRDPP4Lw/s72-c/Snapshot_002+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-9189656363016821962</id><published>2009-05-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:47:30.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Accomplishments</title><content type='html'>As of two weeks ago the house was pretty much at it's completion.  We were just missing a few items here and there.  So oddly enough Domi and I just happen to find a contest for Best SL Home, which we entered without a second thought.  Turns out that there were over a 100 applicants and only 10 homes made it to the finals.  One of those homes was ours!  When the organizer contacted me, I think I probably did a "yippee" so loud that my neighbors could hear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of my friends are reading this, they will of course be able to nod their heads yes to the next set of statements that I'm about to make.  I've been in this great big world of Second Life for over a year now, and since day one knew that I wanted to own land and develop it in some capacity.  What I didn't know those first few weeks, was that I would be creating communities, items, and even memories on such a large scale.  At one point I was co-owner as well as sole proprietor in not one but two rental communities, which gave me a total of almost 50 homes to manage, decorate, and even modify.  Not to mention all the landscaping that went with each.  All of my friends and even my tenants would always remark on how beautiful and picturesque the settings were, but I am very modest and never really took much of it to heart.   True, it is nice to hear the compliments and know that someone else is out there enjoying your creation, but I knew that there were always even better builds than mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine the elation that I'm feeling to have even more people, besides friends, saying that they like what we have created.  Domi and I worked very hard on our home.  And I think it's safe to speak on his behalf and say that we both are incredibly pleased with it's outcome.  True our home started out as a prefab from Scarlet Creatives, but of course no home of mine is going to stay in it's original prefabness for long!  We added a full third story, another deck, some interior walls, a ladder or two, and of course a whole lot of love.  The interior design was for the most part my own doing.  It came together from one of those days where I logged on to a empty house and couldn't stand it any longer!  The majority of the furniture is of simple modern clean lines, with splashes of color through out.  Modern but warm is how I would describe it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my word for it though, since my opinion is totally biased.  Come for a visit and see for yourself.  &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Blossoms%20Hill/219/50/23"&gt;http://slurl.com/secondlife/Blossoms%20Hill/219/50/23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-9189656363016821962?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/9189656363016821962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/accomplishments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/9189656363016821962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/9189656363016821962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/accomplishments.html' title='Accomplishments'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-1044561837651417822</id><published>2009-05-15T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:25:43.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes</title><content type='html'>So I was all alone last night in the house.  Well not quite, I had Blossoms on msn messenger.   Still the home as pretty as it is , is just a echoey empty place when Blossoms is not around.   I tried to flick through some movies, but wasn't really feeling any of them.  So I went to "sleep" early.   In the brief time I was online, I did manage to enter our home in an architecture and design contest.   Hopefully some people will like it and vote on it.  If you haven't seen our home yet just ask me or Blossoms for a tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going good with our adopted kids, which I wish I could spend more time with and have fun together.   But we feel they are all unique and bring something special to the family dynamic.   We are missing our youngest one, we have not seen or heard from her in several days....it's as if she is off making some magic in another dimension.   We hope she returns to us soon.  Sometimes all's we have are the echoes of laughter and memories of good times in familiar places.   Time to concentrate on the happiness that was and maintain the good feeling it will return again, just like an echo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-1044561837651417822?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/1044561837651417822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/echoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1044561837651417822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1044561837651417822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/echoes.html' title='Echoes'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-385747746592477239</id><published>2009-05-13T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:19:58.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two'fer</title><content type='html'>Two posts today :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRE53QSdgY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRE53QSdgY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Minogue - Come into my world (mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come, come, come into my world&lt;br /&gt;Won't you lift me up, up, high upon your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these arms that were made for lovin'&lt;br /&gt;And this heart that will beat for two&lt;br /&gt;Take these eyes that were meant for watching over you&lt;br /&gt;And I've been such a long yime waiting&lt;br /&gt;For someone I can call my own&lt;br /&gt;I've been chasing the life I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;Like night needs morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, come, come into my world&lt;br /&gt;Won't you lift me up, up, high upon your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these lips that were made for kissing&lt;br /&gt;And this heart that will see you through&lt;br /&gt;And these hands that were made to touch and&lt;br /&gt;feel you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So free your love&lt;br /&gt;Hear me I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you&lt;br /&gt;Come, come, come into my world&lt;br /&gt;Won't you lift me up, up, high upon your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;Like night needs morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you&lt;br /&gt;Come, come, come into my world&lt;br /&gt;Won't you lift me up, up, high upon your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-385747746592477239?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/385747746592477239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/twofer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/385747746592477239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/385747746592477239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/twofer.html' title='Two&apos;fer'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-4119866713539544359</id><published>2009-05-13T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:43:08.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best of both</title><content type='html'>So last night all the girls were off and away doing what little girls do, so we parents had time to ourselves.  We used that time to do accomplish a few things some big others small but still very much meaningful. One of the accomplishments was finally deciding on a kitchen for our home.  We decided to go with a very rustic old kitchen that fit nicely into the little alcove that was originally slotted for our dinning room table.  We also visited MAW for a short time to check to see that our panels were gone and of course quickly look at the little boy's profiles that were there.  (nothing worth noting) And of course we squeezed in some quality one on one time that I feel is important to any good relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night for the past few months Domi and I have been playing in an alternate world (Warhammer Online), besides SL. However, last night the servers for that world seemed to be offline for some maintenance.  Even though it was a let down not to do some much needed anger management, this gave us the opportunity for some more quality time in SL. Even though I love the other realm, I do miss some of those special times that we used to share together in SL.  Those moments that meant so very much early on in our relationship. I'm sure that we can cope with juggling both SL and War so that we can get the best of the both worlds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploring the great world of SL is something that I seem to miss the most about our limited time lately.  So just a few days ago I made it a point to scout out a few places for us to explore, if even for a short visit.  One of them was a planetarium, that was specifically picked out for my astronomy loving hubby.  The other was my new obsession, an Alice in Wonderland ride!  Which we happened to ride 2 times in a row.  Even remarking how we should bring the girls back to see it.  Which is a wonderful idea that we both jinxed on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with a song that I recently found that the lyrics fit so much how I feel towards this wonderful person that has entered my life and taken hold of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l96nPgtVb8I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l96nPgtVb8I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southwest Statistic - Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Birds whistle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out your bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the stars?&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful they are,&lt;br /&gt;I see them too.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like your here beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're far apart.&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter where we are,&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;So take this letter I write today.&lt;br /&gt;Fold it up tight, put it away.&lt;br /&gt;Because it says I'll always stay.&lt;br /&gt;Untill every strand afare,&lt;br /&gt;fades to grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the moon she's smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Hold tight by heavens arms.&lt;br /&gt;Have never ever let her come to harm,&lt;br /&gt;she'l make it through.&lt;br /&gt;I write these words for you here,&lt;br /&gt;then played on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Whether we be near or far,&lt;br /&gt;till' I'll come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;So take this letter I write today.&lt;br /&gt;Fold it up tight, put it away.&lt;br /&gt;Because it says I'll always stay.&lt;br /&gt;Untill every strand afare,&lt;br /&gt;fades to grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered glassues underneath the sky of shandelues.&lt;br /&gt;Onethousand cosmic candles crying silver shooting tears.(x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take this letter I write today,&lt;br /&gt;fold it up tight put it away.&lt;br /&gt;Because it says I'll always stay.&lt;br /&gt;Untill every strand afare,&lt;br /&gt;fades to grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Birds whistle) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-4119866713539544359?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/4119866713539544359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-of-both.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4119866713539544359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4119866713539544359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-of-both.html' title='The best of both'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-4895450063784226987</id><published>2009-05-11T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:12:13.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady calm</title><content type='html'>The wedding is over, the guests have left, our family is pretty much complete (minus a pet or two), and the days are now flying forward at a regular beat.   A beat that I live by every day that my eyes open to the sunlight that floods my room and the love that floods my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on the wedding planning business is slow.  We haven't tasked ourselves with too much of it lately.  However, the renovation or more so the destruction of the church is almost complete.  Kris is itching to start advertising, but we still have much hashing over structure, plans, and prices before I think we can jump to that point.  Soon maybe! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my close friends, Wil, asked me just yesterday was I happy.  My answer: Yes, I am very happy.  Like any new couple, I wish there was more time for things that we once used to enjoy such as exploring all of SL has to offer in ways of creative builds, building things ourselves together, and .....  But unless I can figure out how to put in a request that would be granted from Father Time, I will have to cherish the moments that I am given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domi said to me that each day that I am in his life is a gift in itself.  I feel the exact same way.  Each day that we are able to be together, doing this or that, I will cherish and hold dear to my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as my profile says "Still in love" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/34x1o8Bspgk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/34x1o8Bspgk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandrine - Let the Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't let the song go out of your life and don't forget that you can sing&lt;br /&gt;don't let the melody run dry always remember what it brings&lt;br /&gt;you spent the line/light standing in the background of the downtown choir&lt;br /&gt;don't let the light go out of your eyes and don't forget that you can glow&lt;br /&gt;don't let the dark take off your beauty you are worth the wait you know&lt;br /&gt;you never .. , everybody looking at you just&lt;br /&gt;to belive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let the love shine through&lt;br /&gt;when you sing this what you&lt;br /&gt;gonna do&lt;br /&gt;take a load of you mind&lt;br /&gt;for a melody in time&lt;br /&gt;don't let the music disappear and don't forget it's living art&lt;br /&gt;and every joy and every tear there is a melody inside&lt;br /&gt;it's up to you&lt;br /&gt;you know it and you hear it, what are ... through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let the love shine through&lt;br /&gt;when you sing this what you&lt;br /&gt;gonna do X2&lt;br /&gt;take a load of you mind&lt;br /&gt;for a melody in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do do do ru do du rodorororodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the love shine through&lt;br /&gt;when you sing this what you&lt;br /&gt;gonna do X3&lt;br /&gt;take a load of you mind&lt;br /&gt;for a melody in tïme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-4895450063784226987?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/4895450063784226987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/steady-calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4895450063784226987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4895450063784226987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/steady-calm.html' title='Steady calm'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-2215405180885356884</id><published>2009-05-04T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:54:34.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Might have it</title><content type='html'>So on my last post, we had just went through the process of adding two additions to our family one of which didn't work out at all.  This had left us both with a pretty raw feeling and unsure if we even really wanted to continue with this quest.  Well to say the least those feelings of regret and uncertainty didn't last for very long.  The next day found us once again at the same adoption agency looking at more panels and profiles of "kids".  There were a few that stood out to us, so we did what we had to do to let them know that we liked their panel/card and just waited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting part was what was getting to us I believe.  Domi and I both are very much 'now' kind of people.  Not to say that we are impatient so much that we feel that time is of the essence and it should not be wasted.  So when we agreed to go every couple of days to look at new panels and take it from there, I knew that it would be hard for us not to try and take more of an active role in finding the child/children that was a match for us.  Sure enough the next day I was back checking our panel and looking at others that were new.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess our persistence paid off.  Currently our family has grown to include ourselves, Ny (6), and Misty (my little redheaded 4 year old.  So we shall see where the Domi/Bloss clan goes from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-2215405180885356884?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/2215405180885356884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/might-have-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2215405180885356884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2215405180885356884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/05/might-have-it.html' title='Might have it'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8147307308903283434</id><published>2009-04-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:13:40.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New additions</title><content type='html'>The day after the beginning of the next chapter of our lives together as husband and wife, we embarked on some shaky ground.  An experience that was not altogether unfamiliar to me, but very new for Domi.  We had previous conversations concerning children and all the options that existed to us in world.  What we hadn't decided is which path we wanted to pursue.  This I figured could be decided at a later time and date.  In no rush to stir the pot so to speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a fluke, that was spawned from a kinda flippant remark made about adding on to the house, we trekked off to the adoption agency.  We were armed with the knowledge of what we might be looking for in our off spring.  They should speak English as a first language, not require an income or allowance of any kind, have their own personality and look, and above all have the same love for building and creating that we share.  Haha, I laugh because it seemed that every profile card that we looked at, only a very few met all of our wishes.  Were we being too picky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events that followed led us quickly and slamming into the realization that we should be picky.  This is a change for us as well as the people that we bring into our little world.  If we even have the slightest of doubts or uneasiness then by all means we should address them right away.  Domi came up with an analogy that makes total sense.  He equated the experience to the episode in Sex and the City where Carrie bought a pair of Manolo Blahnik that were not her size but she just HAD to have them. After a few days of trying her hardest to fit the incorrect sized shoes on her feet, walking around in much pain and discomfort, she decided that it was best to just give them up and wait for a pair that was the correct fit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we patiently wait for our correct size pair of Manola Blahniks.  And while we do we continue to enjoy our family in it's current state of love and bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8147307308903283434?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8147307308903283434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-additions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8147307308903283434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8147307308903283434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-additions.html' title='New additions'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8482601570012264531</id><published>2009-04-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:21:19.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Completes Chapter One.</title><content type='html'>It's been really special from the start of this blog until now for myself to share my thoughts and experiences with everybody and with my Blossoms. Unfortunately we had been so busy planning and working towards creating our dream wedding, that our poor blog suffered a budget cut in terms of time invested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have followed this blog from the beginning you'll know of the magical connection that had developed between Blossoms and I and now I'm happy to tell everyone that we are officially bound together in a handfasting ceremony that was truely a fairy tale wedding!   The amount of work and planning we put into it really paid its dividends on Saturday April 25, 2009 as we were officially declared as Second Life Partners and more.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give thanks to all of the people that made it possible-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selina &lt;br /&gt;DJ MzDeeDee&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Rick Wake and Wife&lt;br /&gt;Sergiei&lt;br /&gt;Kristya&lt;br /&gt;Ludmila&lt;br /&gt;and all of the guests that were able to share with us our special moment...I haven't forgotten any of you, although I won't name any more names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my biggest thanks go especially to my everything, my Wife, Blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SfYfWT-tjfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JTw_ddjHM9Y/s1600-h/3473633001_0497a2263b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SfYfWT-tjfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JTw_ddjHM9Y/s400/3473633001_0497a2263b_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481677220449778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an end but not the end of this book, this beautiful book has many chapters yet to be written so stay around please and read up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8482601570012264531?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8482601570012264531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-completes-chapter-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8482601570012264531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8482601570012264531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-completes-chapter-one.html' title='This Completes Chapter One.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SfYfWT-tjfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JTw_ddjHM9Y/s72-c/3473633001_0497a2263b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8008631275999160249</id><published>2009-04-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:40:21.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most special day ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday, April 25, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that everything up until this point has stacked and built to create one of the most beautiful and special days in all of my second life.  The day, our wedding day, could not have turned out any better if I could have plucked the dream from the depths of my imagination.  It was like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, a reward for all of our hard work and dedication.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up on the little platform that I made for the bridal party, the first few notes of "Falling" began to drift up to my ears.  This caused the first of many sweet tears to begin falling from my eyes.  Tears of nothing but joy and happiness.  I stood there waiting for Rick Wake, the officiant, to announce our entrance and began pulling up memories of Domi and I's experiences together so far.  How it was a silly profile caption and yet another silly response that brought us together.  How sweet it was to hear those three little words from his lips the first time.  How there isn't a day that goes by that I don't embrace it warmly with thoughts of each new adventure that we will share together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to our friends, new and old, that help in our celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabella, Selina Compton, Kristya Svenska, Sergiei, DJ MzDeeDee, Rick Wake and Wife, Ludmilla &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Every morning is a fresh beginning. Every day is the world made new. Today is a new day. Today is my world made new. I have lived all my life up to this moment, to come to this day. This moment--this day--is as good as any moment in all eternity. I shall make of this day--each moment of this day--a heaven on earth. This is my day of opportunity." &lt;/span&gt; Dan Custer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Sfd3fKHrACI/AAAAAAAAACg/Qb6p-xQSFyM/s1600-h/dominus_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Sfd3fKHrACI/AAAAAAAAACg/Qb6p-xQSFyM/s320/dominus_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329860061192454178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8008631275999160249?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8008631275999160249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-special-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8008631275999160249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8008631275999160249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-special-day.html' title='The most special day ...'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Sfd3fKHrACI/AAAAAAAAACg/Qb6p-xQSFyM/s72-c/dominus_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-7014336519812699311</id><published>2009-04-27T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:35:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>So much has happened in the last week!  If I sit down to really think about everything it makes my head spin.  So I'm going to break them up in three different posts.  This is the first of three :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was approached by one of my tenants, Saffie, to come look at a security feature that she added to her parcel.  After we finished all the technical stuff, she asks me to look at what she had done with her "kitchen". Upon entering the room I realized very quickly that it was no longer a kitchen but a tiny little forest right in the middle of her house!  She had a little waterfall/pond and some flowers, along with a forest wallpaper on the walls.  How cute!   Saffie then asks if there was a spot on Bahini that she could use for a wedding ceremony.  My wheels immediately began turning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I offered her any spot on my land to include all of Bahini, Blossom's Hill and our own ceremony spot in the sky. She was thrilled, however maybe a little overwhelmed by all the planning.  It was then that it just popped out of my mouth.  "How about I plan it for you?"  I proposed that I could act as her wedding planner and either make some of the items that Domi and I had used or give her landmarks to others.  She was ecstatic at the idea.  And to tell you the truth so was I.   Domi and I had worked so very hard to make all these special items for our own wedding, along with gathering loads of information and contact that I didn't want them to just collect dust after we were done with them.   So what better way to put them to good use but to start offering them to the public.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a short conversation with my friend Kristya, the new business was quickly created!  Kristya and I have been friends for forever but never really worked together on a project before.  However we both have successful businesses in SL so therefore we both have the drive to make great things happen.  I honestly didn't even think twice about agreeing.  It was only when Domi came "home" that I began to second guess myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began telling him about the entire afternoon from the beginning, trying hard not to leave anything out and to remain level in my emotion.  Yes, I was excited, but I didn't want to be spending time on something that took me away from time with my love.  Knowing Domi's passion to create, that matches my own, I had a sneaking suspicion though that my doubts were all just in my head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we discussed the topic further, he too began to become excited and hyped up about the idea.  It could and will be so rewarding for us.  To one create specialty items for others, and to be able to share in their beginnings.  This really is something that just fits with us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a brainstorming session with Kris and Domi Perfect Pairings was born!  We will offer the whole range of Wedding Planning, coordinating, officiant services, locations, floral options, invitation creation, photography, DJ services, and hopefully soon bridal gown and tux rentals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to start off a marriage than to help others with their own?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-7014336519812699311?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/7014336519812699311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/whirlwind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7014336519812699311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7014336519812699311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5137114571385616690</id><published>2009-04-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:11:18.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>No, I don't feel neglected but I think our blog and our regular readers might.  When Domi asked me almost two months ago now to write this with him, I was thrilled.  For once someone didn't seem to have an issue with expressing how he felt.  Now here we are wrapped up in various tasks for the coming up ceremony and even though I know that we are the same in our hearts, I wonder if the tasks have over taken US.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to ask myself though, would I have it any other way than to share this ceremony with Domi?  The answer would be no!  Yes, the little tasks are irritating at times.  Not being able to find just the right candle, or the same color of flowers, etc.  However, we have had the chance to build some beautiful things together.  Items that are special to us and to our day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that being said .. I'm going to make yet another vow (smiles) to myself, Domi, and our readers.  I vow to make our blog more of a priority from this point on.  True, I might not write in it every day but I do think that keeping it up at least a few times a week is important.  Important for myself as well as Domi and I's relationship in general.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/btjhdHX8pMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/btjhdHX8pMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5137114571385616690?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5137114571385616690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/neglected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5137114571385616690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5137114571385616690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-1292033526735149218</id><published>2009-04-05T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:53:57.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishes and more...</title><content type='html'>A week of lots of work for me, lots of headaches, and lots of missed moments.   Domi and I did manage to look around for some important elements for our impending ceremony.  Cake, flowers, photographer, dj, ugh ...now I know why people just elope in SL!   That or hire a wedding planner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Domi's birthday and I arrived home just in time to put together a few surprises that would be waiting for him.   There were four little "pressies" that were placed in and around our house for him to open. All with a hint that led to the next one.  His own little treasure hunt!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up my mom always kept back the "big" present for the end.  So that is what I did with Domi.  It was big both in size and in meaning.   You remember the big clocks that were on Oubliette, the sim that Domi asked me that one very important question?    Well they were for sale, and I had grabbed them that very day, keeping them safely tucked away for the right moment.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I included this little note with the pressie: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look familiar?  I loved it the day that I first saw this creation.  And in fact bought it then, on that very day.   Have had it stashed away waiting for the perfect moment to pop it out and surprise you with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time....  what is time to you?  &lt;br /&gt;Time is said to heal all wounds. &lt;br /&gt;Time is also said to be money and money time. &lt;br /&gt;Time is what we all want more of. &lt;br /&gt;Time turns the weather from hot to cold and back again. &lt;br /&gt;Time makes us all old. &lt;br /&gt;Time is more valuable than any amount of gold. &lt;br /&gt;Time makes you choose. &lt;br /&gt;Time is also often easy to loose. &lt;br /&gt;Time is infinite. &lt;br /&gt;Time is an eternal test. &lt;br /&gt;Time is a gift and a curse. &lt;br /&gt;Time is for better and for worse. &lt;br /&gt;Time is what I want to spend with you.  &lt;br /&gt;Time is not always on our side, but always on our minds. &lt;br /&gt;Time is wrapped around you and I, like the wedding bands that we will soon share. &lt;br /&gt;Time just is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, wishing to be a part of your life for many more to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;Blossoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SdjhvStDTqI/AAAAAAAAACY/xWPnLLqdfkA/s1600-h/Obl_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SdjhvStDTqI/AAAAAAAAACY/xWPnLLqdfkA/s320/Obl_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321251162329140898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-1292033526735149218?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/1292033526735149218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-wishes-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1292033526735149218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1292033526735149218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-wishes-and-more.html' title='Birthday wishes and more...'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SdjhvStDTqI/AAAAAAAAACY/xWPnLLqdfkA/s72-c/Obl_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-3374650294772084839</id><published>2009-04-03T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:38:58.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apart but together.</title><content type='html'>Last week saw us apart, not completely, but we didn't get to spend as much time together as we were used to and everyday I thought of writing a little letter, but instead I found this brilliant song that exemplifies the feeling of missing someone.   Missing you is an ongoing process, for when we are not together the day does indeed feel like a year my Dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear, I thought I'd drop a line.&lt;br /&gt;The weather's cool. The folks are fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bed each night at nine.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had some rain,&lt;br /&gt;but all in all I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;Was it dusty on the train?&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able.&lt;br /&gt;They came around to call.&lt;br /&gt;I burned a hole in the dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;And let me see, I guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to tell you, dear.&lt;br /&gt;Except, each day seems like a year.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/NGeXgiFS2Z4/"&gt;Nellie McKay P.S. I love you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-3374650294772084839?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/3374650294772084839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/apart-but-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3374650294772084839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3374650294772084839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/04/apart-but-together.html' title='Apart but together.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-393269729815527587</id><published>2009-03-28T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:16:50.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of you</title><content type='html'>Savage Garden says it best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe it's intuition&lt;br /&gt;but some things you just don't question&lt;br /&gt;Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes,&lt;br /&gt;I think I found my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I know that it might sound&lt;br /&gt;more than a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;but I believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no rhyme or reason&lt;br /&gt;Only the sense of completion&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes, I see&lt;br /&gt;the missing pieces I'm searching for&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found my way home&lt;br /&gt;I know that it might sound&lt;br /&gt;more than a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;but I believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand angels dance around you&lt;br /&gt;I am complete now that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-393269729815527587?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/393269729815527587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/393269729815527587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/393269729815527587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams-of-you.html' title='Dreams of you'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-3542434678697855444</id><published>2009-03-27T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:04:06.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><title type='text'>Floating Feeling</title><content type='html'>The nice thing about us and our togetherness now is that I believe we are now experiencing sort of sublime comfortable feeling, it's sort of like sitting on a patch of soft grass that overlooks a long forgotten stream and watching a colorful peacock feather floating on a gentle waterflow powered by the dripping of last night's rain.  Indeed last night we went flying and drifting and then when we finally reached the apex of where we were headed, we held each others hands and floated again back towards earth, with full knowledge that we could ascend again anytime we wanted to and anytime we are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure feels nice to be a parachute. I won't let her fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_06O8XnJQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_06O8XnJQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-3542434678697855444?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/3542434678697855444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/floating-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3542434678697855444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3542434678697855444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/floating-feeling.html' title='Floating Feeling'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-7943508006313575728</id><published>2009-03-25T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:43:17.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight</title><content type='html'>Tuesday marked one month and one day that our two hearts met.  This day should have started out happy and jovial, instead I was feeling sad and a bit lost because Domi wasn't around at our normal time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that the feeling worried me some.  Worried me because I had some sinking feeling that I might be losing myself to him.   That this life without him didn't have meaning any longer.  I must say that I love Dominus dearly,  and yes moments that pass without us together aren't as content, however those moments are still living.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we discuss pretty much everything, this too became a discussion. My words to him were " ... after I was with you it was like the sun came  up.  Like a light was turned on in my heart."   He then related it to the cycle of the sun.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning the sun comes up and peaks it's little head through the dusk.  Shining it's warmth down on us, helping to create life in spots that only yesterday were barren.   Then as the day wears on, it begins to fall to be replaced by the moon and the darkness.  The darkness that means to calm and soothe us.  Resting and conserving energy for the next time that the sun shall rise again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another Coldplay song that I can relate to :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-mFwMQTDuM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-mFwMQTDuM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To my surprise, and my delight&lt;br /&gt;I saw sunrise, I saw sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds burst to show daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah on this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I realise&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot live without&lt;br /&gt;Ooh come apart without&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hill top, on a sky-rise&lt;br /&gt;Like a first born child&lt;br /&gt;On a full day, and a full flight&lt;br /&gt;Defeat darkness, breaking daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah on this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I realize&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot live without&lt;br /&gt;Ooh come apart without&lt;br /&gt;Daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly breaking through a daylight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-7943508006313575728?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/7943508006313575728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/daylight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7943508006313575728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7943508006313575728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/daylight.html' title='Daylight'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-1485565106357782117</id><published>2009-03-25T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:10:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Brief Open Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;an open letter, no envelope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blossom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Month, One Kiss (for now), many laughs, many good vibes, and so many more to come. I'm missing you now, and wish I could log in even if you weren't there. I'd walk around and look at the things we've done together, the things you did yourself and our little shining slice of heaven that sits in its pixelized forest of the loveliest green, these brown eyes have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future to me is like that glowing script that I've been working on from time to time, ever shining, ever expanding, touching us both with precious gems of value that can not be measured in currency. We share something that poets can only scratch the surface of, for it's beyond words. The painters and photographers may capture our colors, but can not portray the eternal depth that unites us. The sculptors they perhaps can create a structure that casts one shadow of us, but we are not a monument but monumental. We are simply the best things this life can memorialize and beyond that, we are our own brand of art that no one has yet created a medium to portray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you Blossom with all of me.&lt;br /&gt;-Dominus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-1485565106357782117?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/1485565106357782117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-month-brief-open-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1485565106357782117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1485565106357782117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-month-brief-open-letter.html' title='One Month Brief Open Letter'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-6209233087912783537</id><published>2009-03-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:35:12.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what I needed</title><content type='html'>As we go through life there are things that we just can't control.  Sickness, the need for sleep, hunger, and our feelings are just a few.   Yes, true all of these things we can &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; and control, but it doesn't normally last for long or work well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started out with us both feeling a little tired and just ucky. So we decided to go to a Drive-In and catch a flick, since our house was barren of furniture still.  Besides a drive-in would be fun!  The movie playing was The Lost Boys Part II.  I give it about a 3 on the scale of 1-10.  It did have it's moments that were the funny corny type, which we both giggled at.  And also the moments that you really could have done without (blood, guts, and gore).  But all in all, I was just happy to have Domi there with me, experiencing whatever movie it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to our fabulous home to take note of the which spaces should become which rooms.  And yes every time I step foot in our home  I'm amazed at how well it turned out.  Just yet another item that Domi and I have created together that turns out magical. While in one of the furniture stores testing out a bed and trying decide if it will go good in our decor, Domi almost falls asleep while tucked under the covers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel bad and a little bit to blame for his sleepiness.  There are nights when the clock rolls around to a suitable hour for us both to head to bed, and I should say something.  But I don't most of the time.  Most of the time I'm so addicted to his company and love that I can't bare to give up the few extra minutes to sleep.  But that shouldn't be my decision alone to make.  It kills me to think that he is in pain or suffering because of me, if even partially.  So, I will try and be better.  I will try and put us to bed sooner rather than later.  This is where I need to close my eyes and hope beyond all hope that I have the strength for this task :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hwE0slNd3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hwE0slNd3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-6209233087912783537?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/6209233087912783537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-what-i-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6209233087912783537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6209233087912783537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-what-i-needed.html' title='Just what I needed'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-2292049091449631737</id><published>2009-03-24T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:36:48.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>Blossom and I spent yet another weekend doing what we do best and enjoying it thoroughly.   Those things we do best are put simply in no particular order, enjoying each others company and doing things together.  Our task for Saturday involved getting our home together for a special event that is most likely to happen in April.   After discussing our home for a bit, Blossom and I decided that our current home build design was not quite feeding our dreams as to what we wanted in a special place.  So the first stage of our redesign happened Saturday, we looked at many, many homes both in SL and out of it to narrow down the selection to six picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we narrowed down our selections, there was always one home that Blossom seemed to have an affection for more then all the others.  She had mentioned to me wanting to buy this home many times.  It was called "boat house", made by Scarlet Creative, and it was one of the six candidates for our new place.   We put a sophisticated voting system in place in order to decide between the six places, as they each had inherent advantages and disadvantages.  After the voting was done, it was determined that the Boat House was the winner on points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the evening consisted of re-modeling that boathouse and what a job Blossom and I did!  The model was transformed over the course of the night from a nice house to a new factory in which Blossom and I can generate brand new dreams on top of the ones we already have!  Everyday now I look forward to seeing our home, as it stands as a symbolic base of just one of the wonderful creations that Blossom and I have done together, and I know in my heart there are many, many more magical moments to count ahead in future days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-2292049091449631737?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/2292049091449631737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonderful-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2292049091449631737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2292049091449631737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-962863022533872990</id><published>2009-03-23T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:38:12.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goonies and Goblins</title><content type='html'>Before when we played in our alternate world of Warhammer Online, we were fighting the goonies and goblins.  This time though, we WERE the goonie and goblin.  Domi chose to be a spell casting, healing sort of little goblin who he named LilKermit.  I chose a big ugly looking goon 'it', whom I named Boogeretr!   I just hoped that it didn't get hungry along the way and eat LilKermit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SclElUEx9pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q4Pz6AEL8Bk/s1600-h/War.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SclElUEx9pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q4Pz6AEL8Bk/s320/War.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316856242922190482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-962863022533872990?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/962863022533872990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/goonies-and-goblins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/962863022533872990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/962863022533872990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/goonies-and-goblins.html' title='Goonies and Goblins'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SclElUEx9pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q4Pz6AEL8Bk/s72-c/War.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-2478767987784567809</id><published>2009-03-22T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:09:35.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Build a house, Make it a home</title><content type='html'>There are lots of very talented designers out there that are great at building fabulously beautiful structures of all shapes and sizes.   And yes true, we might fall in love with it as soon as stepping through the doors.  But I am a firm believer that a house is just a structure made up of the materials used to hold it together until its occupants touch it in some way to make it a home.   This is what Domi and I did on this night and better part of the early morning.  We touched our house in our own special way, little by little, piece by piece, making it our home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A House A Home by Anna Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brick by brick and stone by stone&lt;br /&gt;We built a place to call our own&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna fill it up with laughter&lt;br /&gt;Write our happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;Cause for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm holdin' the key&lt;br /&gt;To a brand new life&lt;br /&gt;That's waitin' on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a welcome bat at the front door to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Gonna fill all the rooms with my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;Photos of the family, keepsakes, and odds and ends&lt;br /&gt;But most of all I'm gonna make sure that love moves in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes a house a home&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes a house a home &lt;br /&gt;Gather all my friends on a Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Or sit on my front porch swing, grinnin' back, at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Cause I made it through the hard times &lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed yeah I survived&lt;br /&gt;Throw the doors open wide&lt;br /&gt;It's the people inside, the people inside&lt;br /&gt;That makes a house a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I walk through the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded a little more &lt;br /&gt;That it's something to be proud of &lt;br /&gt;A place to hang my hat&lt;br /&gt;A shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;Where I can lay my burdens down&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes a house a home&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes a house a home &lt;br /&gt;It's knowin' that no matter how far you roam&lt;br /&gt;You always have a place that you can go &lt;br /&gt;That's what makes a house a home&lt;br /&gt;So glad, so glad, so glad I finally know&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes a house a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_eDQgq24lE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_eDQgq24lE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habitat for Humanity is an organization that I've actually been apart of in the past. So this song means more to me than just the meaning here on this blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-2478767987784567809?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/2478767987784567809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/build-house-make-it-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2478767987784567809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2478767987784567809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/build-house-make-it-home.html' title='Build a house, Make it a home'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-2337401993476260338</id><published>2009-03-21T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:28:15.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rate this "Write"</title><content type='html'>Well our house that we picked out a few days earlier just wasn't cutting it.  Yes, true it is a pretty house, but as it sat there empty and the walls bare both of us came to the realization that we would probably like a more modern style house.   A structure that we could change and make our own.  So we set out to find just a place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Domi to a few of the places that I knew of that I had always loved and looked at in a longing sort of way, but never made the final decision to purchase.   We ended up narrowing down the decision to 5 different houses, deciding to rate them on a 1-10 point system.    And just for kicks we through in our current house.  As we walked in and around each house, rating them individually and not telling the other person their score, I thought of more than just the criteria that we had set forth.   I had my own little extra added one.   It was, "Can you see yourself in this house with Domi?  And if you can, are you happy in it?  Do you think you will be able to make this a home as opposed to just a house?"    The other criteria were tough enough to rate, but this last personal one was the worst.  There were only a few that actually made the cut for the Blossom Questions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tallying up all the scores the Scarlet Creative Boat House was the winner.  So as we walked around the house that we still hadn't yet purchased, both of us started telling the other their ideas for renovations.   The renovations that would make it OUR home.  Both of us had the idea to bring the natural elements of our new forest into our home.  Mixing the ultra modern feel with a few more softer natural touches.  A tree in the front entry that grows out of the ground and up through the roof,   a cave like wall that will extend the first floor, and more deck space outside that we both could sit and enjoy.  The ideas just seemed to flow from the both of us.  Like we had turned on a creative water spout, that neither of us really cared to turn off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I did want to turn off though was our radio station.   We had each started listening to it while visiting a sim that wasn't quite our style of music.   The songs normally really speak to me in a way that mirrors both my heart and my feelings at the time.   But this night it was all wrong.   I had brought up the subject of our impending wedding date (a date that we still hadn't set yet) as well as another important "date" for both of us.  And just as I did "High and Dry" from Radiohead comes on.   The first few lines..." Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy. ...Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry."  SKIP  Next Song.  "I Bruise Easily"  by Natasha Beddingfield   SKIP Next Song "All good things come to an end" by  Nelly Furtado.  At this point I'm beginning to wonder.  It was those doubts creeping in via the songs.   They are just songs, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point to all this rambling is.  Although the lyrics are sure to mean something to someone or many someone's out there.   They don't necessarily have to mean something to me or to us.  If we really want to cherish their meaning then we must write our own.   Our own would tell our story perfectly, without having to leave out a part her and there or add anything, because it would be ours and ours alone.  What would our song be?  If I was talented enough to write a song for us, it would have these elements (and more) all mixed into one:   whimsical, devoted, cherished, patient, creative, and all together loving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-2337401993476260338?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/2337401993476260338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/rate-this-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2337401993476260338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2337401993476260338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/rate-this-write.html' title='Rate this &quot;Write&quot;'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-6859335437946884321</id><published>2009-03-20T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:03:54.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>What happened then was then.  What happens now is now.  But the question is don't they still interact.  Yes the people that are in your past might not physically be 'in' your present time and place, but doesn't what took place in the past effect your present and futures somehow?   My belief is that everything that we do in our lives shape our paths that we walk.   Every single up and every single down are just stepping stones to what our ultimate outcome will be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then" Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I remember, trying not to stare the night that I first met you. You had me mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;And three weeks later in the front porch light, taking forty five minutes to kiss goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't told you yet, but I thought I loved you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your my whole life, now your my whole world. And I just can't believe, the way I feel about you girl.&lt;br /&gt;Like a river meets the sea, stronger than it's ever been. We've come so far since that day.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I loved you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, taking you back to right where I first met you. You were so surprised.&lt;br /&gt;There people around but I didn't care. I got down on one knee right there.&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I thought I loved you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your my whole life, now your my whole world. And I just can't believe, the way I feel about you girl.&lt;br /&gt;Like a river meets the sea, stronger than it's ever been. We've come so far since that day.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I loved you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just see you, with a baby on the way. I can just see you, when your hair is turning grey.&lt;br /&gt;What I can't see is how I'm ever going to love you more. But I've said that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your my whole life, now your my whole world. And I just can't believe the way I feel about you girl.&lt;br /&gt;We'll look back someday, at this moment that we're in and I'll look at you and say, "And I thought I loved you then."&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I loved you then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-6859335437946884321?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/6859335437946884321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6859335437946884321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6859335437946884321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-6569967308446369437</id><published>2009-03-20T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:56:58.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Modern</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The past is now part of my future,&lt;br /&gt;The present is well out of hand.&lt;/em&gt;-Ian Curtis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the last chilling lines of the song called "Heart and Soul". One of my favorite &lt;strong&gt;Joy Division &lt;/strong&gt;songs for sure.   They were very dark days for me, when I listened to this music. The end of this night kind of reminisced the line above for me, as we explored and revisited difficult subject matter together.  The difference is that the present for us as opposed to the lyric is very well IN hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if Blossom and I revisited our past ten years ago, not knowing today, we'd haven't thought so, but fortunately the shining promise of tommorow is crystal clear. So it's fitting that tonight we thought of retooling our concept of our home, with more of a look towards the future or post-modern design. Our tastes overlap in so many ways and home design is no exception. Now it's only a matter of staying true to our heart and soul, and if we do so, neither &lt;em&gt;will burn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TC_OWpDNHQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TC_OWpDNHQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-6569967308446369437?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/6569967308446369437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-modern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6569967308446369437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6569967308446369437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-modern.html' title='Post Modern'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5503013653173870537</id><published>2009-03-18T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:01:34.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The luck of the Irish</title><content type='html'>St. Patrick's day might very well be one of my favorite holidays.  It is one where I can wear my favorite color, demand kisses from strangers, and drink as much or as little as I want just because of my heritage.  It's also a holiday that I'm so happy that I was able to share with someone that I care so much about.  The night started off with me coming home to find Domi dressed up like a leprechaun sitting at the end of a rainbow.  Although he was still "Domi-Sized" he is still my all time favorite leprechaun to date! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried visiting Dublin for a bit, however the sim was just way too busy.  So we ended up just exploring a few more forest sims to get ideas and hopefully run into a patch of clover somewhere.  Well no clover ever came about, but we did find some other interesting things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a garden that was listed on http://www.b-places.com as a Garden of Dreams.  The name of the sim is Hundred Acre Woods (http://slurl.com/secondlife/Hundred%20Acre%20Woods/65/141/22/?title=Garden%20Dreams).  Upon first arriving on the grounds I saw a little paved area with two tiny little cars sitting next to it.   I figured that to drive the car, we would just sit on the top and steer it maybe like a tricycle, boy was I wrong.  When you open the door to start the journey around the track, you actually squeeze yourself into the car like one of those clown cars at the circus.   Your view is then limited to what you see out over the steering wheel and the hood.  After racing around a few times solo, I challenged Domi to a race.  Let's just say, I'm glad I had my own car!   I think he ended up stuck in a hill somewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the luck of the Irish on our side we continue walking hand in hand through our own field of imaginary clovers.  Day by day continuing to get even closer to one another than the day before.  Is it luck, maybe.  Do I FEEL lucky, definitely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iraoHE6JlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iraoHE6JlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water&lt;br /&gt;Across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you, I promise you I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through the trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty, you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohhohhohhohh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5503013653173870537?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5503013653173870537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/luck-of-irish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5503013653173870537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5503013653173870537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/luck-of-irish.html' title='The luck of the Irish'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5019642486404950728</id><published>2009-03-17T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:20:45.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No tell versus All tell.</title><content type='html'>How fitting that we choose a theme called no tell motel, to talk , really talk.  Due to traditions and irrationalities, I'd always been terrified of the second life feature of voice chat.  So I'd avoid talking on it at all costs.  I won't get into the specific reasons as to why it had been scary to me, but lets just say it ranked up there with fear of heights for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/ScPeZ4OtbTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WoMYKFCQxHE/s1600-h/journey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/ScPeZ4OtbTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WoMYKFCQxHE/s400/journey.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315336521399495986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to get to someplace special, sometimes one has to travel through the places marked in one's psyche as forbidden or dangerous.  And tonight with the help of my beloved Blossom, I was able to just do that, walk hand in hand with her through my own marked forbidden zone. By doing so I've found myself a little closer to where I truly want to be, that place where dreams can and do come true.   Thank you Blossom,  this was a major step for me and us.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5019642486404950728?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5019642486404950728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-tell-versus-all-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5019642486404950728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5019642486404950728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-tell-versus-all-tell.html' title='No tell versus All tell.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/ScPeZ4OtbTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WoMYKFCQxHE/s72-c/journey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8126470289967550544</id><published>2009-03-17T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:39:35.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The non-dreaded Monday</title><content type='html'>This day started the beginning of our 4th week together.  It was only 3 weeks earlier that Domi and I met at Velvet.  That meeting started this entire journey that you are reading about now.  The journey of two people traveling to both uncharted  and wondrous territories.  As a couple we have accomplished and seen more in our short time together so far than most couples inside and outside of second life experience in their entire time together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was special in a couple of ways.  Early in the night we visited 'our spot' like we have every Monday since we met, then we moved on to exploring other places both on the 'map' and in our minds.  The first was a strange little sim that had all kinds of oddities, such as a no-tell-motel complete with dirty beds and trash slewn all about.  There was even a plastic blow- up doll that I believe tried to steal Domi from me. :)  As we explored we had talked about actually 'hearing' each other, other than in our hearts.  This was a big deal for each of us.  It marked another step towards each other in many ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So towards the end of the night we both took the plunge.  And I must admit, without trepidation, that I'm so happy that we did.  The voice definitely matches the personality in so many ways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing .... can I have some chocolate please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zq0i_zIG0KY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zq0i_zIG0KY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8126470289967550544?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8126470289967550544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/non-dreaded-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8126470289967550544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8126470289967550544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/non-dreaded-monday.html' title='The non-dreaded Monday'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-6640830240442063027</id><published>2009-03-16T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:58:39.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more green and short</title><content type='html'>So Friday evening started with us heading into two new areas that both of us have been in the past, just not together.  The first was with me changing our home sim (Blossoms Hill) to be more green.  Yes the green bug has bit me and hard.  The small private forest 'upstairs' where our ceremony will be held started my creative juices flowing again and I wanted even more.  So more it is!   Having created and sculpted the terrain on BlosSel, Bahini, and Blossom's Hill, I had some prior experience in the land development area.   So we started looking at terrain files together, but quickly came to the conclusion that we would just do it ourselves.  Together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the weekend we teraformed, placed trees, picked out little elements to include in our sim, and above all bought a house that we could start with as a base for us to build off of.  Now all my friends know just how important houses have become to me.  And I think that Domi, said it best when I showed him my last house.  "It seems like your homes go along with relationship failure, hope we don't get a home together...just kidding." However, I like him am hoping beyond hope that this is not like all my past homes.  I want to have this home erected, decorated, and 'lived' in for a long time to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit later in the night, we had decided to visit a totally different world of sorts.  One that both of us had visited separately in the past.   The world would be Warhammer Online.   I had played this in the past being almost every sort of creature that they offer, but my favorite was always a dwarf.   She has red hair, pigtails, and carries a very big gun and wrench.   What a little cutie...but watch out she will whoop you a good one!   Domi also picked a dwarf class so that we could start in the same place and 'grow' up together.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was certainly a change in pace, killing all sorts of beasties and such  instead of dancing and creating.  But what the naked eye couldn't see was that we were in fact dancing and creating.  Just not physically as we do in second life.   We both were dancing our ways even farther into each others hearts and creating even more elaborate memories than before.  I hope they never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-6640830240442063027?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/6640830240442063027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-more-green-and-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6640830240442063027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6640830240442063027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-more-green-and-short.html' title='Even more green and short'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-4650483906977537405</id><published>2009-03-14T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:09:03.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Places</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, Blossom and I branched out to a completely different environment to meet our entertainment needs on a different level.  That place is called Warhammer: Age of Reckoning(WAR).  After a few technological glitches on my part were sorted out, I once again discovered the complete joy of Blossom's company.  We became dwarfs in WAR, and as newly 'born' dwarves, we were tormented right at the start of our young lives by some horrible creatures that seemed to pour out of some abyss of unimaginable evil. Blossom valiantly stood by my side everytime we got roughed up and earned yet another medal in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I have to repeat that I have never, ever been in love with someone before that is as knowledgeable across so many areas, as talented,  and as caring as my Blossom.  I'm one lucky guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/ScDZxbdYbKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y5ww-Z5SZ34/s1600-h/6fcd_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/ScDZxbdYbKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y5ww-Z5SZ34/s400/6fcd_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314487003504995490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-4650483906977537405?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/4650483906977537405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4650483906977537405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4650483906977537405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-places.html' title='New Places'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/ScDZxbdYbKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y5ww-Z5SZ34/s72-c/6fcd_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-1583059371789939759</id><published>2009-03-13T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:02:25.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss</title><content type='html'>A reason Blossom and I work so well is all of the so many things we have in common, one of those things is the appreciation we share for the art of kissing.   Today's entry is going to be a simple dedication to our kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He who binds to himself a joy&lt;br /&gt;Does the winged life destroy;&lt;br /&gt;But he who kisses the joy as it flies&lt;br /&gt;Lives in eternity’s sun rise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-William Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbrlvRV_69I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZDx5w7gwPys/s1600-h/Anima__A_kiss_in_the_rain_by_Wen_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbrlvRV_69I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZDx5w7gwPys/s400/Anima__A_kiss_in_the_rain_by_Wen_M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312811310709205970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Blossom: Our kisses have always belonged to the moment in which they have happened, and happily those moments happen quite often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-1583059371789939759?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/1583059371789939759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1583059371789939759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1583059371789939759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss.html' title='The Kiss'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbrlvRV_69I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZDx5w7gwPys/s72-c/Anima__A_kiss_in_the_rain_by_Wen_M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-9003910778191108414</id><published>2009-03-12T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:34:06.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure</title><content type='html'>So most of us have all either heard of or done one of those treasure hunts that come around for it seems like every holiday or occasion in SL.   Domi had been handed one the day prior for us to do together.  This is called The Twisted Hunt.    This hunt takes you to the darker side of SL where all the nekos, vamps, and extreme Goth hang out.   So after a quick change of clothing, we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop, wow, I didn't think I was ever going to find that little box.   I had told Domi that I've done several hunts, so that meant I kind of had a reputation to uphold with him.  Besides, I'm just persistent!  Sure enough, it was hidden right under the staircase, in its teeny tiny little package.   So began the hop from one place to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nights just aren't really complete though unless we find two things 1) something out of the ordinary and strange to most and 2) one of those faithful little signs or bread crumbs that we keep happening upon.   First came number 1.   Its form tonight was in the shape of a skunk avatar with two VERY large over exaggerated pieces.   Her tail was one.  This thing was enormous!   And two, well two were her breasts.  My goodness, she put even Anna Nicole Smith's silicone to shame!   I guess she needed something to counteract the weight of her oversized tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbmMT13T3gI/AAAAAAAAACI/v6jJplj5uBg/s1600-h/Skunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbmMT13T3gI/AAAAAAAAACI/v6jJplj5uBg/s320/Skunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312431507964681730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2 came in the form of this floating heart.  Not just any floating heart, but one that plays a beautiful little tune.  We both loved it when we saw it, and Domi wanted to know where to get one.  So off we went.   After finding it in this charming little store, he insisted on buying it for our forest.  He said that he wanted not only for me to have his heart but to own his physical one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it get any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gaBefCJHCIo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gaBefCJHCIo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like to smile&lt;br /&gt;But I like to mostly stay with you&lt;br /&gt;I like good times&lt;br /&gt;But I can't feel this without you&lt;br /&gt;By my song&lt;br /&gt;The heart is in the place&lt;br /&gt;I sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Probably so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could sigh&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell the world I'd felt with you&lt;br /&gt;I like the time&lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling when&lt;br /&gt;I feel you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it&lt;br /&gt;Sing my, sing my song&lt;br /&gt;We sing the same old song loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile...though your heart breaks in two&lt;br /&gt;Touch me...when will I be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like good times&lt;br /&gt;But I can feel it's going wrong&lt;br /&gt;You sing the same old song&lt;br /&gt;Now I think it's time to get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out, sing out...&lt;br /&gt;Sing this same old song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could swim, I'd swim in circles&lt;br /&gt;If I could drown, I'd, I'd drown with you&lt;br /&gt;If I had enough of my life&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell&lt;br /&gt;If I had enough of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-9003910778191108414?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/9003910778191108414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/treasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/9003910778191108414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/9003910778191108414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/treasure.html' title='Treasure'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbmMT13T3gI/AAAAAAAAACI/v6jJplj5uBg/s72-c/Skunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8302048310701971076</id><published>2009-03-12T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:13:34.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where we go, eyes go.</title><content type='html'>Tonight's journey involved the pursuit of hidden treasures.  The talent of finding these treasures is really not my strong point, but Blossom once again astounds me with her skills and found almost all of them for us. During the course of our search for the treasure I found something that I thought would fit in the forest, a little heart that plays a beautiful yet haunting song.  Implusivity grabbed me and I had to have this heart for us.   If you explore our forest you will find this heart, and if you want to look for my personal heart...ask Blossom where it is for it certainly travels with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song a tribute to the night, hope you like it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Co0lqCcr-7c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Co0lqCcr-7c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Charlotte Gainsbourg - The Operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to explore you&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get under your skin&lt;br /&gt;so you can feel me running through your veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to examine&lt;br /&gt;every inch of your frame&lt;br /&gt;the pressure points that cause your joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our love goes under the knife&lt;br /&gt;there is no room for doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm inside you&lt;br /&gt;my hands can feel their way&lt;br /&gt;further inside than i have ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can really&lt;br /&gt;mess around with your heart&lt;br /&gt;and fill it to the brim with broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our love goes under the knife&lt;br /&gt;two lives may be saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i pull this off&lt;br /&gt;i'll refuse the nobel prize&lt;br /&gt;instead i will look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i pull this off your whole body will be mine&lt;br /&gt;and i'm prepared to work throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our love goes under the knife&lt;br /&gt;nothing is taboo&lt;br /&gt;...here on the cutting edge of science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much information&lt;br /&gt;i feel i'm getting lost&lt;br /&gt;absorbed into the fibre of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep within the abbatoir&lt;br /&gt;of your entrails your insides&lt;br /&gt;lost in you forever far from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our love goes under the knife&lt;br /&gt;someone got too close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our love goes under the knife&lt;br /&gt;the heart was rejected by the host&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8302048310701971076?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8302048310701971076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-we-go-eyes-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8302048310701971076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8302048310701971076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-we-go-eyes-go.html' title='where we go, eyes go.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5155518143231532292</id><published>2009-03-11T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:31:23.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Cheeks Hurt"</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin?  This night was probably one of my most memorable of all time.  It was one of those nights that not everything worked perfectly but it came out perfect.   We began with a roll of the dice again to decide where we should start our night's journey.   Just about the time that fate was choosing for us to embark on our journey to the Black Swan sim, my friend Kristya asked if we wanted to go on a double date with her and her boy friend Corax.    Sure, why not .. the more the merrier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after arriving, we figure out that you have to purchase a special watch to explore.  Otherwise this big red laser will first try and kill you with it blinding beam and then if that doesn't work, thanks to your handy Mysti Tool, it will promptly send you home!   Nice touch, I thought.   Maybe Kris should install one of these in her store.  If you don't buy something within five minutes you first get zapped, and then again at the ten minute mark, and finally "C-YA" at the 15 minute mark!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all of our watches worn and set, we set out on this dauntingly creepy black stone road that was surrounded completely by water.  Not only was the road itself a bit creepy but there were also lots of booby traps along the way.   One wrong step and your blood could be spurting from your head.   Not letting this deter us in the least, we continued on laughing sometimes hysterically along the way.  We ended up at this spot just across a rope bridge (that happened to catapult Kris into oblivion) where upon stepping foot on your body is flown up into  the air.   Almost like a reverse skydive!   Wheeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we saw when arriving to our destination, which was a little piece of nowhere in the sky, was unbelievable.   There are all these pyramids of sorts placed in a circular stepping stone formation.  Every other stone almost had at least 2 - 4 noob men shapes standing on them.  And yes, there were booby traps here too.  Jump to the wrong stone and your soon going to be falling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the trip though was my favorite.  Not because it was the end, but because Domi and I found ourselves right back on a tower that looked almost identical to the one that we were on just a couple of weeks back.  And beside this tower, just like a sign right out of a fairy tale, was a huge statue of two lovers embraced almost as one.   At this point I just couldn't stop taking pictures!   The conversation was going on around me and all I could do was take snapshot after snapshot in awe of everything that we were seeing.  Yes the statue is beautiful, but that wasn't really the point.   Every single day that goes by, there is yet another sign from someone, something that is pointing towards Domi and I's relationship.  Maybe they are meant to be like little bread crumbs that are left for us to pick up.  Leading to what?  I don't really know, but we are following the path together hand and hand to find out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making it down from the top of the tower.  We were all talking about a following tool.  It's like an invisible device that two people can use to follow each other.  Works great in cases where someone is temporarily "blinded" or just doesn't know the way.  This of course brought to mind the rope binds that Domi and I had used at the Alien sim.   So with Kris being the one that was bound and Corax having the end (giggles) he proceeds to fly up and down in the air.   ((GIGGLES))  This creates a sort of Bungee Kristya!  ((BIG GIGGLES))  To top it all off as she is on her way back down to the ground for the last time, Corax is standing in her landing spot.   ((HUGE GIGGLES))  And she can't stand.   All she can do is flail her arms and legs in the air and wait for him to step aside!   At some point she said "Move Assman"  causing me to go into yet another fit of laughter!   Why that was funny to us, who knows.  But it was! It is!  It always will be.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to more memorable nights with close friends and ropes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5155518143231532292?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5155518143231532292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cheeks-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5155518143231532292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5155518143231532292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cheeks-hurt.html' title='&quot;My Cheeks Hurt&quot;'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-7559134095477463780</id><published>2009-03-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:51:07.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating</title><content type='html'>This evening started in the familiar way, deciding what to do. Eventually through the new custom of letting chance have a hand in our actions, we ended up going on a double date with Blossom's friends Krysta, and Corex. Our first stop was the incredibly imaginatively created sim of &lt;em&gt;Black Swan&lt;/em&gt;.  Many laughs, smiles, and good feelings weaved their magic to us partly through fortune and partly good company.   These good feelings left us with the sensation of floating through time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of our evening saw us once again visiting a high tower almost identical to the one we visited about two weeks ago. The difference this time is the sensation that even if we fell off, we'd fall like feathers and whichever one of us is below would blow the other one back up to higher points beyond where we were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the night was quite the dream as well...landing somewhere different each time more beautiful then the last.   Here's a picture on one place we saw, and Blossom singing me a song that I would like to last for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/Sbk9AEp9xUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cComK7aR1tw/s1600-h/Snapshot_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/Sbk9AEp9xUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cComK7aR1tw/s400/Snapshot_001.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312344306919261506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-7559134095477463780?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/7559134095477463780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/floating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7559134095477463780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7559134095477463780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/floating.html' title='Floating'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/Sbk9AEp9xUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cComK7aR1tw/s72-c/Snapshot_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8289787304816570001</id><published>2009-03-10T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:57:37.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flys</title><content type='html'>Tonight started out with me having to do a little business on my island.  Which took up way to much of my time.  Precious time that I could have been spending with Domi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finally finished with the mess on my land.  We took a stroll down to Velvet, the place where it all started.   Today marks two weeks since Domi and I started our journey.   A journey that has already taken us to see many places, do all sorts of activities together, and yes create the best memories of our lives so far.   I tried to explain what I felt for him and our time together so far.  These were my words: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is like driving along trying to find something that you are looking for and not really having any luck but all the sudden you look up and see a shooting star.  And like a little kid you wish on that star, not really putting much faith in it, but deep down .. way down deep that hope begins to grow.  You are my shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then were back at the, "what do you want to do tonight" game!  Not that it is much of a burden for us to find something to do.  We just have trouble deciding!   Domi told me of how he sometimes flips a coin for some decisions that he makes on a day to day basis.  I told him that I often use the "enie, meanie, minie, mo" method.   So we decided to roll the dice tonight.  We each picked 4 things that we wanted to do and assigned numbers to them.    The first roll was a flop, only because I really didn't want to do what won the roll (one of my own picks).  So we rolled again and continuing the sim hopping game from the night before won out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word was time with his turn to search.   We ended up on this beautifully laid out little sim that sold but what else?  Trees, plants, birds, and art!   Is this a sign?  A sign that maybe I should change one of my sims over to green?  hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exploring awhile we happened upon this very well constructed art gallery.  All the art was original from the sim owner, Ino.  Upon entering the first floor of the gallery, the first drawing that was hanging like a sign almost hitting us in the face, was a pair of holding hands.   The both of us were just in awe.  Of course I had to buy it, but wanted to keep it a secret at least until the end of the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our journey continued up the winding staircase to almost the top.  Where yet another "sign" smacked us up side our heads and hearts.   It was a set of 3 painting of Yoko Ono and John Lennon.  This couple had been a part of one of our earlier discussions.  It was a discussion on what love looked like to each of us. Domi had said that when he saw photos of the two of them together, he could feel the love radiate from them.   We just both stood there in complete silence, taking in the beauty of both the paintings and the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end the tour and went back to the house, where I had a couple of surprises for Domi.  First was a photograph of two hands that I had found.  Next was the drawing from Ino that I had purchased at from her gallery.  I proceeded to put it in a empty room of our house that I hadn't quite figured out what to do with.  My idea was to fill the room with items that meant something to either us as individuals or as a couple.   So far the hand drawing, a Kermit the frog, a Animal, the black rose that Domi gave me on our second date, and the picture that I had given him on our first night together fill the walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8289787304816570001?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8289787304816570001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-flys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8289787304816570001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8289787304816570001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-flys.html' title='Time Flys'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5027256940085437821</id><published>2009-03-10T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:03:02.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The signs of art and life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. &lt;/em&gt;-Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed... the things Blossom and I see and hear every day are completely astonishing to us both, they happen in patterns that are just so unlikely that we can only believe that they were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbhCLyRUJbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Y0Ytl3VePqg/s1600-h/Snapshot_003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbhCLyRUJbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Y0Ytl3VePqg/s400/Snapshot_003.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312068530723890610" /&gt;Artist - ino Jie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands have always been a big part of our romance.   From holding one anothers, to describing aspects of our hands and our overall shared visual enjoyment of this very sensual part of the body, to sharing pictures of them to one another. Blossom never fails to amaze me, after we had a long and beautiful day she seals the close of something perfect and sprinkles even more sugar on top.  We found an art image in a completely random place that depicted two hands holding each other, much like the image of this blog.   Blossom later surprises me that she had purchased this piece of art work and places it in a new room were we are going to start displaying all of the things that are most valuable to us.  Yet another thing that we do together, and this action of Blossom's, is showing her to be the most romantic woman I've ever met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5027256940085437821?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5027256940085437821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs-of-art-and-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5027256940085437821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5027256940085437821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs-of-art-and-life.html' title='The signs of art and life.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbhCLyRUJbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Y0Ytl3VePqg/s72-c/Snapshot_003.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-445107003873048267</id><published>2009-03-09T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:01:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uo8XPKp0Hzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uo8XPKp0Hzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night like so many before had numerous events to recount, but most notably I'm going to focus on the game Blossom and I played this night.   It's a game she had invented where one person says a word, and the other finds it somewhere in SL.   I don't know why but the first word that came to my mind was 'alien'.  So Blossom finds us a dark place in the nether regions of space, an area called...Space Colony Necronom VI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere of this sim was dark, steamy mysterious and dangerous, so of course I proposed a further game.  One where her and I could try our hands at a little method acting deep in the bowels of a spaceship.   She would play the role of the scared but resourceful human, and me the horrible alien creature.   After setting the scene, our little play took its course and just then a few intruders decided to take away my little victim from my claws...argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to escape those interlopers with a few lumps on my skull but with my girl intact, well sort of.   *cackles*.   This night was an example of the fun Blossom and I share everytime we get together. Lots of laughs, lots of good times, lots of enjoying our time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-445107003873048267?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/445107003873048267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/aliens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/445107003873048267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/445107003873048267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/aliens.html' title='Aliens'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5747987024306566170</id><published>2009-03-08T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:09:54.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Encounter</title><content type='html'>Well I found it only fitting that a comment about clothing brought us together that we both hit the stores to pick out Domi some new threads.   Like most men he loathes to shop, but since I'm a patient soul when it comes to giving someone that I care about fashion advice I stuck with it.  He told me that he would be happy to wear whatever I wanted to see him in, but I also wanted him to be happy.   Girls this man is actually picky!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out at Valiant, then Argrace, then finally Musim.   We picked up a few base pieces from each store and I believe that I finally have an idea of what my baby's real style is.   A little bit goth, but mixed with some preppy.  Kinda like mine.   That is just one more thing that we have in common.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told him of a game that I used to play with other friend's.  It goes something like this:  One person says a word, any word.  Another person puts that word in search and picks a place to take everyone in the group.  Since our group was small we were just going to take turns.   But when we got to the first place (Alien was the word)  Domi suggested that we add a little to the game.   How about we make up a story that goes along with the setting and "play" it out.   Sounds fun huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughing fits that followed should have been put down in a record book somewhere!  The story went that my spaceship had broken down and the rest of my crew had gone missing one by one.  So I was the only one left to get myself and the ship home safely.   Domi was to be the big bad alien! So I donned my best alien outfit and him his  and we set out to make the story come alive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so happened that part of the story had the alien holding me captive by way of ropes, in which he used to pull me across the floor of the ship to a test tube chamber looking thing.  This is where the laughter starts!  There were two other people in the ship with us, we figured they would just go about their own business and leave us to our private story.   Haha  no!   The couple began yelling at Domi and trying to fight him off of me.  The woman went so far as to take a sword to him head!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbblBudmhTI/AAAAAAAAACA/g8OsJOL9BJg/s1600-h/alien+encounter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbblBudmhTI/AAAAAAAAACA/g8OsJOL9BJg/s320/alien+encounter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311684628344898866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5747987024306566170?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5747987024306566170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/alien-encounter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5747987024306566170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5747987024306566170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/alien-encounter.html' title='Alien Encounter'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbblBudmhTI/AAAAAAAAACA/g8OsJOL9BJg/s72-c/alien+encounter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-7797959135547780010</id><published>2009-03-08T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:08:25.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not  go green?</title><content type='html'>The day started out with us searching for the perfect setting for our impending partnership/wedding ceremony.  Let me just say this is very much a daunting task.  There are just so many options, but none of them really seemed to fit us.   We wanted a forest setting much like Avilion, however we really didn't see the need to pay upwards of 6,000L$ for them to plan, arrange and host it.    So we looked around at a few more forests as well as a few services that claimed they could create whatever we had in mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really finding much of anything that seemed too promising, Domi suggested that maybe we could build our own forest.  Of course I jumped at the idea!  I've always wanted a forest but of course plush green doesn't really go with white sandy beaches.  So this seemed ideal, we could just put the forest in a skybox up above my home on Blossom's Hill.   It would be our own private little setting for both our special day and all the special days that are to come after.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Domi could feel  the light shining in my eyes and the love in my heart as I started to create this special place.  I know I felt it!  It was so strong in fact that I didn't really want to stop even when I realized it was almost time to start the next day all over again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbbhujVpy7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z_WIhxq7IQM/s1600-h/Magical2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbbhujVpy7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z_WIhxq7IQM/s320/Magical2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311681000406371250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my love continue to shine through as bright as the sunlight that falls through the trees in our forest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-7797959135547780010?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/7797959135547780010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-not-go-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7797959135547780010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7797959135547780010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-not-go-green.html' title='Why not  go green?'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbbhujVpy7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z_WIhxq7IQM/s72-c/Magical2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-7861088840984373934</id><published>2009-03-08T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:21:33.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forest</title><content type='html'>This day came with a small task we were trying to figure out.   The details of our impending partnership/marriage.   After a brief surveyance of the various businesses, services and individuals that are available for wedding planning, we came to realize that there are really lots of options!   It's almost to the point of bewildering all the choices we had to make.    To avoid all of the hassle, we were even considering eloping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, through that magic Blossom and I share, another solution dawned on us.  We were a little frustrated as we had searched and searched for a location for our ceremony, but never quite found something that matched what we had in our hearts and day dreams.   Suddenly a solution came to us...We'd create it ourselves! I could tell Blossom was thrilled with the idea, and me ecstatic with her and our joint happiness.   We spent the rest of the day and part of the early morning hours working on creating the magical place were we will be joined...officially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbWVrF6YZ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oXE7gDGHRL4/s1600-h/Magical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbWVrF6YZ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oXE7gDGHRL4/s400/Magical.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311315903107327938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-7861088840984373934?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/7861088840984373934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/forest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7861088840984373934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7861088840984373934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/forest.html' title='The Forest'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbWVrF6YZ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oXE7gDGHRL4/s72-c/Magical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5824244877884341389</id><published>2009-03-07T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:35:29.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing the night away.</title><content type='html'>On this night we decided to go to a few dance clubs.   It sure makes it a much more pleasant experience when your romantic partner likes the same music that you do.   Our first stop found us at one place that was being DJ'd by a MOOSE! Most notable was one song the moose played "Just Like Heaven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the moose DJing set ended shortly after we arrived, so again we were sent a drift on the eternal search for a night club that felt right with the vibes of the night.   We sure did land a good one on the next stop at alt7, dancing the entire night away closely embraced in each others arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5824244877884341389?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5824244877884341389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-night-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5824244877884341389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5824244877884341389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-night-away.html' title='Dancing the night away.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-4350809824533184696</id><published>2009-03-07T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:09:33.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Twinkle Toes</title><content type='html'>The nights always seem to start with a kiss, a warm embrace, and the customary "How was your day?" followed closely by "What did you want to do tonight?"  Our normal practice is to take turns, or go with whomever has the most passion about the outing.  So on this night Domi chose for us to get out and show off some of our dance moves!  Well only one move, us not wanting to be more than 3 inches apart at any given moment.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbbgQLjutyI/AAAAAAAAABw/hPklKFNn_yE/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbbgQLjutyI/AAAAAAAAABw/hPklKFNn_yE/s320/dancing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311679379115259682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out at this little happening club, where there was a moose DJ'ing.   I tell you that moose can throw down some tunes!  But shortly after we got there his set had ended.   We thought maybe he was running from a hunter or something, that didn't seem the case though thank goodness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was this other club, Alt7, we came in just as a DJ was starting his set.  Stayed through it, as well as the 2 hour break, and then finally called it a night just as the next DJ was starting.  Time certainly seems to quickly evaporate when we are together!   I've done my fair share of long hours in SL but with Domi it is different.   Unless I look at the clock I totally lose all track of time and before we know it is it again the wee hours of the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-4350809824533184696?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/4350809824533184696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/twinkle-toes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4350809824533184696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4350809824533184696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/twinkle-toes.html' title='Twinkle Toes'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbbgQLjutyI/AAAAAAAAABw/hPklKFNn_yE/s72-c/dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-538361290018632214</id><published>2009-03-06T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:08:11.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the urge</title><content type='html'>Every moment of every day that Domi and I spend together we have to fight that urge to not just stay up the whole night and be with one another.   And this night was no different!   Our conversations just seem to flow so naturally that neither of us wants to break the momentum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we started out at a little bar for drinks (Nate's Place).  While sitting at the bar our random conversations started.  Ranging anywhere from bicycle riding to something involving massage tables.  The later lead to us looking to see if Target or eBay was selling any!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  finishing our drinks we headed downstairs for the fight.   Now when Domi had told me that he wanted to take me to a wrestling match, I was all for it but didn't really know what to expect.  Boy was I in for a surprise.  This place pretty much has girl on girl matches that start out a little tame, but normally end  up with both girls unclothed and in some pretty wild positions!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few matches later and we were laughing it up, but very much wanting to be somewhere a little bit more private.   After a few pops in and out of the "wrong" places, we end up at this little Asian paper house that just so happened to have a massage table!    To say the least after we left there I was feeling more than just a little relaxed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbKptwjoJ-I/AAAAAAAAABo/VdVb2ekYExA/s1600-h/Massage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbKptwjoJ-I/AAAAAAAAABo/VdVb2ekYExA/s320/Massage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310493514216777698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the night was wrapped up with us traveling in and out of a few forests, looking for a special place.  A place that will someday be the setting for a very special ceremony between Domi and I.   A ceremony that will put one more ring on each of our fingers.   The ring that has no beginning or end, like time itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-538361290018632214?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/538361290018632214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/fighting-urge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/538361290018632214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/538361290018632214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/fighting-urge.html' title='Fighting the urge'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SbKptwjoJ-I/AAAAAAAAABo/VdVb2ekYExA/s72-c/Massage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5127315364870642473</id><published>2009-03-06T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:20:06.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bliss</title><content type='html'>After a pair of nights were we shared some honest yet difficult communication to one another, tonight was a nice return to the fun and unadulterated harmony and peace we have shared with one another. We began the night watching and laughing at some humorous female second life wrestling.  This wrestling event took place in a kind of underground, out of the way area called Nate's Fight Club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbHLsPRgAsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ahM3a83U9YE/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbHLsPRgAsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ahM3a83U9YE/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310249396521140930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our share of merriment, I carried through partly on the promise of a stress busting massage. This was delivered to Blossom in a small paper house high in the hills of second life Japan. I spent some extra time delivering the relaxing aspects of the massage as well as finishing it up with a special memorable ceremony, that I'm sure we will smile about in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last part of the night we spent some time traveling to various nature based sims. We are looking for that very special place to complete the engagement and move on to the next phase of our time together. If tonight was a preview of how things will be in marriage, Webster's is going to have to come photograph us for the picture of the word 'harmonious'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5127315364870642473?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5127315364870642473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5127315364870642473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5127315364870642473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/bliss.html' title='bliss'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbHLsPRgAsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ahM3a83U9YE/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-6847481928399244828</id><published>2009-03-05T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:46:54.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-Analysis.</title><content type='html'>Last night I had plans to explore with Blossom some things we have discussed on nights previous, but instead we ended up exploring entirely new aspects of ourselves in a long conversation that extended into the night as well as some of the morning. During the course of this conversation, I was thinking of one word the whole time, 'Luck'. Let me take a couple of paragraphs to analyze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that people want in a romantic partner? I'm not really sure what most people want but fortunately I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted for myself. I highly value these three traits : Communication, Reciprocity, Friendship. These may seem like universally desirable personality factors, but in my experience I never had all three working for me in perfect symphony until Blossom. Also understand that not only does Blossom possess these three traits I have mentioned in high abundance, but she also has countless other qualities that would be too long for me to list for the sake of this mini-analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine knowing someone that you can tell all of your innermost and deepest thoughts, and not have them turned on you. Someone that you can do something nice for, and legitimately feel appreciated for it. Someone that you can offer ideas to and never have them rejected. Sounds pretty ideal right? Well that's what I have with Blossom and that's why every single time we are together, I feel complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-6847481928399244828?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/6847481928399244828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/mini-analysis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6847481928399244828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/6847481928399244828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/mini-analysis.html' title='Mini-Analysis.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-2512002929488889357</id><published>2009-03-05T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:00:19.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Just Go With It</title><content type='html'>This night was supposed to be not go into the morning like so many of our other nights together.  But of course, the comfortable progression of opening of the doors to our hearts, minds and souls was too easy to just continue from one hour to the next.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the night I was a bit out of sorts.  I can't really explain why.  Maybe the hard day that I had, maybe the little doubts that had crept into my mind from the night before, maybe I just needed some reassurance that Domi still felt the same as just a few days earlier when he was bent down on one knee asking me to walk through this life together.   After our previous night together not only had those little doubts start to creep in, but on top of it my mind was playing those oh so familiar little tricks on me.   So as we sat at this little Asian tea table talking, I could feel myself start to pull away a little.  Why would I pull away from someone that I love so dearly?  Why would I allow my mind to feel that he was possibly pulling away to?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has always been a kind of proverbial medicine for my soul throughout my life.  So wanting to feel closer to the "us" that has made so many smiles cross my lips and heart, I turned on "our" radio station.  Now this is a mix of the music that we both like.  No real theme to it, just tunes that make us feel good. It just so happened that this song started to play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BH0ZgJXzlkk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BH0ZgJXzlkk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately began to feel all the doubts falling away one by one.  Both the music and my heart telling my mind that it was these lines that hit me the hardest:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;So by the end of the night we were still sitting in that little Asian garden, having not physically moved even one tiny step.  But in my mind I had taken gigantic long strides almost to the point of running towards him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We of course had run out of time almost, the clock fastly approaching not late night but early morning.  But we always seem to have time for that last kiss, that last embrace, that last murmured devotion of love to each other, before we both fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-2512002929488889357?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/2512002929488889357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-go-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2512002929488889357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2512002929488889357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-go-with-it.html' title='Just Go With It'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-75442294777738071</id><published>2009-03-04T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:48:15.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compatibility</title><content type='html'>Musical tastes - Check!&lt;br /&gt;Moral values - Check! &lt;br /&gt;Religion - Check!&lt;br /&gt;Politics - Unknown yet&lt;br /&gt;Get each other's sense of humor - Check! &lt;br /&gt;Compatible in 'other' ways - DOUBLE Check! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary.  Yes scary that we are so compatible.  I mean one has to think, ok where is the cap for this?  Don't we all think that at some point?  Or is it just me sinking a little into that .... "uh oh this is too good to be true" phase.   The phase where the part of my mine that is a little neurotic goes into overdrive and threatens to ruin the whole thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm putting this into words so that if I ever need reminding and can just come back and read them.  Bloss...STOP!  Stop thinking the worst of things and just enjoy what is going on and roll with it.   If the powers that be should have another path for us in mind, then at the very least we will have enjoyed the time that we did have each other in our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!  Done with that.   Back out with the negative and in with the happy. &lt;br /&gt;So tonight was a little bit about exploring a new place as well as exploring even more unknown territory about each other.    Topics of conversation were all over the place but all of them pretty important to each of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had traveled to this particular sim before, but alone.  And at that point in time, I did feel very much alone.  The music is serene and somewhat daunting.  The scenery is dark and somber.  I wonder how many lonely people have traveled there and found it hard to leave, because the fast calmness of the place allows for lots of thinking.  The kind of thoughts that engulf you under a thick dark cloud, finding it very hard to emerge to see the sun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, I was far from being alone.  There was not one little speck of darkness to be seen.  Everything around me only shined bright and pleasantly content.  There was however, that need/desire to continue to get to know this man that just walked into my life a little over a week ago.  The same man that thought I only was in quest of comfy shoes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/64CidjVobxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/64CidjVobxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Please don't let this turn into something it's not&lt;br /&gt;I can only give you everything I've got&lt;br /&gt;I can't be as sorry as you think I should&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you more than anyone else could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I keep thinking throughout this whole flight&lt;br /&gt;Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right&lt;br /&gt;This splintered mast I'm holding on won't save me long&lt;br /&gt;Because I know fine well that what I did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything&lt;br /&gt;The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have got through so much worse than this before&lt;br /&gt;What's so different this time that you can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;You say it is much more than just my last mistake&lt;br /&gt;And we should spend some time apart for both our sakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything&lt;br /&gt;The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything&lt;br /&gt;The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where to look&lt;br /&gt;My words just break and melt&lt;br /&gt;Please just save me from this darkness [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where to look&lt;br /&gt;My words just break and melt&lt;br /&gt;Please just save me from this darkness [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-75442294777738071?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/75442294777738071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/compatibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/75442294777738071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/75442294777738071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/compatibility.html' title='Compatibility'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-7378120903069596699</id><published>2009-03-04T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:32:10.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/Sa8rkSkXeHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FKJ1iBMeDfk/s1600-h/dom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/Sa8rkSkXeHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FKJ1iBMeDfk/s400/dom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309510388152760434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Blossom told me she was a bit stressed at work, so I suggested it would be a good idea to go someplace relaxing.   We ended up going to Templum Obscurum (http://slurl.com/secondlife/Templum%20ex%20Obscurum/74/143/25) , a beautiful sim designed for lonely souls.   When I asked Blossom if people would be uncomfortable seeing a couple such as us in such a place, she tells me that it would not matter because maybe we would bring them hope.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed, and through the course of conversation, realized how ever closer we are becoming.   We are now taking steps to the point where we are losing our seperate identities, dropping the last of our defenses.  The destination ahead, where we will be truly united is now verging on reality.  Although I admit I have rekindled some fears of the irrational sort, the overall prospect is such an exciting thought for me, I can't stop thinking about it. I dream of it by night and even by day, while I'm awake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts:  I've given her a window to peek through and so far, I feel she likes what she sees, tonight I'll probably try to turn the door knob, as rusty as it is and let her inside my "house".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-7378120903069596699?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/7378120903069596699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/progression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7378120903069596699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7378120903069596699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/progression.html' title='Progression'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/Sa8rkSkXeHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FKJ1iBMeDfk/s72-c/dom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-4604691098835711264</id><published>2009-03-03T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:23:34.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>To the man that I love,</title><content type='html'>From the first five minutes of us getting to know one another, I had a feeling that you were the one I have been waiting for all my life. After you touched my heart, I never had a single doubt, that what I felt for you was what real love was all about. As long as you are in my life, there’s nothing I can’t do.  You are the depths of my soul, the light in my heart and the air that I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, the longer we’re together, the more I realize how much it means to have your love, your support, your understanding. The longer we’re together, the more I hope that you know the emotions I feel in my heart – and all the special reasons why I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world where love can be hard to find and harder still to keep, we found each other. And not only did we find the kind of love that people desire of, but also the kind that has full of life and is exciting over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really remarkable is that we’re not only the best of friends but also the best of lovers. Day by day I know even more how very fortunate we are to have found such happiness and I’m especially glad that I discovered it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we always travel the road together no matter how difficult the path is, through the changing of the seasons may our love for each other stay as fresh, as the first day we fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know, no words could ever express the emotions that I feel for you; you paint my life with such radiant colors.  Please embrace me in your heart with tenderness and care. Always take care of the love and the trust I have given to you. I hope that we can fulfill the promises that we’ve vowed to each other; my greatest gift to you is to let you know my life would be meaningless without you; your greatest gift for me would be, never to hurt me. I also hope for light that shines down on our journey for a peaceful and never-ending union of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside my heart and you will find a special place reserved for you and you alone.&lt;br /&gt;Look inside my soul and you will feel my love in every moment of our sharing.&lt;br /&gt;Look inside my thoughts and you will see that love, has etched your name on my very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-4604691098835711264?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/4604691098835711264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-man-that-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4604691098835711264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4604691098835711264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-man-that-i-love.html' title='To the man that I love,'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-566674155851125067</id><published>2009-03-03T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:30:02.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blossom,</title><content type='html'>I don't know who made this video but it has lots of "you" in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JP7ITpZyAsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JP7ITpZyAsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's walking on the edge of a knife&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she knows it's the death of her&lt;br /&gt;Sarah you live &amp; you learn you're invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she's walking on the edge of a crowd&lt;br /&gt;late at night you can never tell&lt;br /&gt;town from town&lt;br /&gt;sounds of England swallow you down&lt;br /&gt;makes you want to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could a heaven on earth be ours&lt;br /&gt;here &amp; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she says "what's in my palm?&lt;br /&gt;read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;give me something to savour&lt;br /&gt;can you do that?&lt;br /&gt;cos I'll believe anything"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I say&lt;br /&gt;when you're hoping for some more from your life&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't wonder you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in my town&lt;br /&gt;sounds of England swallow you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; a heaven on earth is all ours&lt;br /&gt;but not now&lt;br /&gt;I tell you when a heaven on earth is all ours&lt;br /&gt;come on down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you always and with love,&lt;br /&gt;Dominus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-566674155851125067?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/566674155851125067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you-blossom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/566674155851125067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/566674155851125067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you-blossom.html' title='Dear Blossom,'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-1482355533320909620</id><published>2009-03-02T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:33:27.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>Will you....</title><content type='html'>This evening started out like all of our other evenings together.  Ecstatically happy to see one another, both ready and willing to go/do what the other had in store, and eagerly loving every new item that each of us learned about one another.   I had been out shopping around, looking at this and that, with no real agenda just killing time until Domi 'woke up' from him nap.  After only moments of returning to my house, I hear him yawning from upstairs in the bedroom.  He tells me that he needs to run an errand or two and that he will be back shortly.  I had to giggle to myself, because we are so in tune with one another's thoughts that I pretty much had an idea of what the errand entailed him doing!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this make me feel?   To be honest, a mix of emotions.  The strongest being complete and utter happiness and joy to have someone like him in my life.  The others were silly little doubts.  Doubts of are we rushing this, is this just gonna be another whirlwind SL romance, and most of all ....am I only setting myself up for yet another fall?   As he was out doing whatever he was doing (smiles) I took the time to quickly but thoroughly evaluate all of my doubts.   And the answer was always, 'so what!'   It is only up to us to decide if we are rushing, and yes it is fast, but that doesn't mean that our feelings are any less true.  And for the later two, I'm just not going to allow myself to think negatively.  Why put a big x on the romance so early on by plotting it's failure?  That would just be extremely dim-witted of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end up at this remarkably fascinating sim, Oubliette.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The little description read:  known as a place of forgetting, (or the forgotten, as the case may be....) is a floating mass of mysterious things and nonesuch, to which there really is no point.&lt;/span&gt;  Domi's response when I pointed this out: "well maybe it can also be a place of remembering too...*blushes*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first items that we came to was a spot in the woods with about a half dozen over sized clocks, on which of course I promptly needed to take a picture.  As I found the right angle, I thought was this a sign?   It was like someone was trying to say that only you can make your own timing, big or small, quick or slow.  Only you can decide to take a chance on fate or to let it slip away forever.  Yes, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; the saying is true that the best things come to those who wait, however why wait if you don't have to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we travel on down the little path, we happen upon a bridge that is right at the base of this incredibly beautiful waterfall.   Just as I begin to take in all its beauty, I realize that Domi has lowered himself onto one knee.  His words began to flow like the most magnificent poem of love and romance that I've ever heard.   And even though I could have guessed what he had in store for us, I never would have guessed just how happy this moment would make me.   So as he is kneeled down on one knee asking me to walk through this life together hand and hand, I began to cry.  Not tears of pain or sorrow, but tears of sheer joy and overwhelming love.   If I ever dreamt of having a fairytale proposal then my dreams just came true! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Sa24-xacRYI/AAAAAAAAABg/IkPW5SURTkU/s1600-h/Will+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Sa24-xacRYI/AAAAAAAAABg/IkPW5SURTkU/s320/Will+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309102924295325058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring that he gave to me as a gift that night was a very pretty three stone platinum band that sparkled just like his eyes do when he looks at me.   The three stones are made to signify our past, present, and future together.  And even though our past is relatively short in time, just like the clocks told me, I believe that our future will go one for as long as we both desire.   Just one of those mushy romance novels do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-1482355533320909620?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/1482355533320909620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1482355533320909620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/1482355533320909620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-you.html' title='Will you....'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Sa24-xacRYI/AAAAAAAAABg/IkPW5SURTkU/s72-c/Will+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-3236715956328164165</id><published>2009-03-02T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:59:24.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven is a magic number !</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to see my Blossom today, it would be the 7th day we've known each other.  We already had plans laid out to do some fun things, go to a gorgeous forest , and spend more time with one another, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may seem sudden as we've only known each other for a week, so due to reasons unknown Blossom and I just can't stop feeling that we belong with one another.  Permanently. So I had flirted with her the idea of partnership, and to my surprise she seemed just as content as I about the idea.  Today was the day she (I mean I) was to make it happen(&lt;em&gt;just kiddding everybody the feeling was absolutely mutual...just like everything that has happened to us so far in our seven magical days&lt;/em&gt;).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you may be thinking, what in the world are they thinking...seven days is not enough time to determine that kind of level of commitment and let me tell you I used to be one of the doubters too, very time oriented.   But let me tell you one special thing that happened, which is just one of the many magical moments with Blossom by the way.  Just as we arrive at the forest sim, I was thinking my self hmmm....am I sure I've spent enough time with her?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happens...sign after sign! The first thing we see are huge, giant clocks (symbolic?) and simultaneously in a radio station that Blossom and I share , I hear her favorite musical artist Coldplay singing the song "Clocks".  Right there and then I decided to push all logic to the side and ride a wave on the magical trip we've been on ...I proposed to her moments after.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbI1FpLd4Vk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbI1FpLd4Vk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she accepted and the ring glittered on her finger, all I can say in retrospect, is that I haven't ever been so happy in as long as I remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after my proposal, my brand new fiancée and I set out on a quest for somewhere to have a celebratory picnic, replete with champagne...just as I pop the cork on the bottle, a little girl comes from out of nowhere and says: "mommy, mommy!".  I think it's another sign and laugh about it. *wink*  The little girl dissapeared somewhere back to the future and us, we um, departed to the wilderness and celebrated again in our own private little way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the night we decide to go back and visit the little place were it all began, just outside of the Velvet.   We laughed a lot about our thoughts and actions that led up to this day, the reminiscing just as fun as the original.  I was amazed at the level of detail to which Blossom was able to recall about our first date, I'm beginning to think she knew before we even started to talk that we were meant to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night drew to an end we are as always in each others arms, not wanting it to end...work in the morning the enemy, the promise of the next evening our ally.   See you next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-3236715956328164165?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/3236715956328164165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-is-magic-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3236715956328164165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3236715956328164165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-is-magic-number.html' title='Seven is a magic number !'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5923900196001429026</id><published>2009-03-02T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:32:53.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But wait there's more...</title><content type='html'>Okay from my previous posts you can probably tell, I was already under Blossom's spell but what today did was lock it in completely.   But let's start at the beginning.   We had been sort of taking turns taking each other places, and I wanted to show her today in the daytime a place that was small yet has a unique yet foriegn flavor.   It's a mountainside lighthouse, modeled in the flavor of Andalucia, Spain, it comes complete with brick tiles, flamenco music, a file of orange trees lining a walk way, and very serviceable "hosts".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had really planned to try some of those ultra passionate flamenco dance moves on her, but as it turned out the plans got changed and instead we did as we normally do talk for hours, before even stepping a foot inside the dance hall.   It's almost as if time, and all my orientation fade away when I'm with Blossom, the time just fades like a blur and I completely forget where I am except that I'm with her and content. So finally we walk some paces and indoors we go to take part of the music we create together, a generous serving of appetizers that the Spaniards are famous for and finally a little relaxing cuddle on the patio.  The very gracious hosts deliver an expertly made sangria, to which I got the recipe from NPR, and slipped to the kitchen the night before.  *wink*   As we gazed into the distant horizon, wrapped in each others company....I guess we sort of dozed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when I awoke, a ticket lay at my feet ...and Blossom was gone!  But I recognized her hand writing on the envelope on the ticket ,it simply said "meet me..." So of course I took off on the chartered jet and arrived once again at Blossom's home.   She had the tiny flying machine ready to take us up and up above, I had no idea where we were going, but I held on tight and let her pilot me up into the clouds.  It is not the first time she has taken me to the heavens, but this was a definitely more visceral manifestation of doing so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at our destination...a blimp that is flying way above.   At this point Blossom is dressed in a rather colorful fashion, she tells me somethings about her that I would have never guessed!  I could tell you I was thrilled that even after I thought I knew her sort of well, she pulls even more rabbits out of the proverbial hat!  Up in the clouds, we have some funny conversations about tea and innocence, then return to earth to get ready for a party we were going to attend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/Sav6Ub1zwAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZbNtJ7BQ67s/s1600-h/blimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/Sav6Ub1zwAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZbNtJ7BQ67s/s400/blimp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308611814764036098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out we do our thing again, talking, cuddling and end up the entire night forgetting about time, appointments, other people...we are just there in each others arms, reading magazines to one another and sort of hinting to one another that this feeling we both feel for one another is indeed ultra special and perhaps there's a way we can seal it in, preserve it...I kiss her left hand, the fingers...lingering on the ring finger.   Even though we try our best to fight it off, sleep finally overtakes us.  Sleep not desirable, because at this point the reality has exceeded our dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5923900196001429026?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5923900196001429026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/but-wait-theres-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5923900196001429026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5923900196001429026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/but-wait-theres-more.html' title='But wait there&apos;s more...'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/Sav6Ub1zwAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZbNtJ7BQ67s/s72-c/blimp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-4649945445351538190</id><published>2009-03-01T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:13:36.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sangria, Tapas and Tea</title><content type='html'>Today's adventures started out at this quaint little Spanish villa and dance hall.    Of course when I asked Domi where we were going, I couldn't find a thing to wear!  This coming from a girl that most of her friends refer to as a shopping tornado.   So I arrive in a little gold sundress which was cute yes, but not the right outfit for this outing.   Knowing that I always like to look good and the part, Domi proceeds to purchase for me a dress that would fit such an outing.   Yes!  I am in love!  The man has already started buying me outfits.  I say this with caution though, because anyone that really knows me, knows that I'm super independent.   I'm the type of person that never takes gifts of any size lightly.  Every single trinket, every note, every moment no matter how big or small will be cherished.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SareM_OccEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ljmAO-THBks/s1600-h/Sangria+and+Tapas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SareM_OccEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ljmAO-THBks/s320/Sangria+and+Tapas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308299425521365058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside for a bit of a jam session (giggles) with him playing the guitar and me standing off to the side of the stage clapping away.  True, I might not have a bit of Latin blood in me, but I still can carry a rhythm.   We both sounded pretty amazing together actually.    Of course we were the only people there to hear it! &lt;br /&gt;After a bite or two of the delicious tapas that were laid out for us, we headed outside in the warm dry air for a glass or two of sangria.  I told him that the wine was exceptionally good for being out of the bottle.  He then informed me that he had called ahead the night before to make it special for our visit today.  Yes, that was the last little item I needed to confirm that Domi is in fact as much if not more of a romantic than myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, we planned on going to a launch party for the new Icon Magazine.  It was to start at 10 PM SLT.  But of course our time together got away from us.  I had taken him up in my Cloud Hugger with is suspended above my home for a little tea party, which was both a first for us.   After a laugh and him pointing out that we were both Tea Party Virgins,  we ended up just spending the evening at home again.  &lt;br /&gt;Hours of talking, cuddling and (well I'll leave those details out) filled our night and way into the early hours of the next morning.   I keep asking myself the same question everyday, "where did this remarkably smart, charming,  silly at times, romantic, and extremely loving man come from? And I'm positive they broke the mold after he was created.   But who cares, because he is mine to have and to hold ......................"  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-4649945445351538190?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/4649945445351538190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/sangria-tapas-and-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4649945445351538190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/4649945445351538190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/sangria-tapas-and-tea.html' title='Sangria, Tapas and Tea'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SareM_OccEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ljmAO-THBks/s72-c/Sangria+and+Tapas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5902800512615205762</id><published>2009-03-01T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:09:31.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is.</title><content type='html'>The following day began with a little gift appearing in my mail box, it was a brand new kissing device just for me, sent lovingly by Blossom, at a point prior to this Blossom had already been in my heart, but little tokens such as these are the building blocks which she can start building a fortress in which she will live in there for as long as she wants. Speaking of hearts, Blossom had the idea to show me something that was closer to her heart this evening. I was wondering the whole time what it could be as she seemed extra excited to show me. Where she took me was nothing other then her home and community that she had created! I was floored that my wonderful girl was not only wonderful and "einfach fantastisch" as the Germans would say, but also an unbelievable talent that can build her own world!!! I already knew she was smart, fun , creative and everything I could want in a girl, but now I knew she was all of the best adjectives I can think of plus more ++++++++++. Our chemistry together at this point, somewhat the equivalent of that sacred substance that ancient alchemists speak of lead to gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a full tour in a flying zephyr, that was interrupted by my need to kiss her mid flight, she was so nice that she paused the zephyr and found a spot for us to kiss in the middle of the flight path. We kissed for what seemed like hours. Hours that seemed like seconds. Finally, we resumed the flight and arrived at her beautiful home. I noticed that inside her living room she had 9 huge photographs, one of the 9 was of her and I, and once again the perfect girl turns out to be even more then what I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from the song  &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/djdominus"&gt;"The Perfect Girl"&lt;/a&gt; from the Cure's Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me album (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're such a strange girl&lt;br /&gt;I think you've come from another world.&lt;br /&gt;You're such a strange girl&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand a word&lt;br /&gt;You're such a strange girl&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to shake you around and around&lt;br /&gt;You're such a strange girl&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to turn you all upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such a strange girl&lt;br /&gt;The way you look like you do&lt;br /&gt;You're such a strange girl&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling in&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certainly no earthly created adjectives that can describe how I feel about Blossom at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to meeting Blossom I had on my profile a little poem dedicated to a lost friend, which I managed to explain to Blossom in a way in which I think she could see how much I appreciate people, but after a bit of thinking...I wanted to show the entire world, or at least SL world about who is in my thoughts full time now. I replaced my picture and put the one Blossom had taken of herself and I, as well as a link to this blog and stuck it on the very front of my profile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the end of the night came to quickly once again, and just like the zephyr, time really, really flys when we are together. So many things left unsaid, but what is perfectly clear to me now is that Blossom is worth every single second I spend with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5902800512615205762?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5902800512615205762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-is-where-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5902800512615205762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5902800512615205762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is.'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-5599255739179998251</id><published>2009-02-28T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:56:50.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A relaxed fall</title><content type='html'>For our next date, I thought it was time to show Domi my little creation, Bahini Island. (http://slurl.com/secondlife/Bahini%20Islands/140/92/22) This is my home, studio, and rental community that I created.  The feel of the islands are that of a relaxed tropical setting.  Something that I poured much of my creative mind and time into.   This is my second of such projects, the other community which I owned with my friend Selina was closed a few months back.    Not because business was slow, only because we both felt it was time to move in a different direction.  So emerged Bahini.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the property is laid out to allow the greatest privacy for the residents, I thought it would be fun to take him on my Phoebe for a little flying tour.  It's a little steampunk contraption that allows for two passengers and of course the pilot.   I even managed not to crash into anything!  What a relief!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we flew over the various houses, and grounds, we chatted about its creation and the little particulars of the land.  We did throw in a  stop over the big lagoon for a quick kiss.   This took some maneuvering on the Phoebe for neither of us to fall...in the water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour ended at the front door to my house.  It was important that he hear the story behind this particular house and how it had sat empty for so long.   Without going to much into private details, the house is probably my 5th in the little of a year.  Why so many?  Tough question to answer especially to someone whom I very much want not to scare away.   My first home sat on the very first piece of property that I purchased, which was connected to the last rental community, so it is gone for obvious reasons.  Houses 2-4 had to do with loves, both  found and ultimately lost.   This was the hardest part to tell Domi.  I didn't think that he would judge me for my past, I just hopped that he wouldn't be put off by it either.   You know that even though someone says they are non-judgmental and tries their best to live by that code, there is always something inside of all of us that we can't really control.   We talked about our pasts and how we felt that they could possibly effect 'our' future.   I think we will be fine :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the house, I showed him my collage of pictures of friends and events.  There was even one on the wall that he recognized.  Earlier that day I had came home to put the picture that I took of the two of us while on top of the tower at Immersiva.   Yes, I'm a silly romantic.  I admit it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just really ended up cuddled up on my couch for a night at in.  As the hours pasted we talked of everything from childhood adventures, music tastes (we both are very much into our tunes), and yes our progressing feelings for each other.   How that both of us had friends tell us to slow down, take a step back  and see how we felt after.  Why do people do that?   It's silly!  If you are enjoying someone elses company then why would you want to purposely walk away from them?  We both agreed that we would just take it one step at a time, no matter what the pace was.  Fast or slow.  It was totally up to us to decide.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the night came to an end with us curled up together, falling asleep in each other's arms.  Each in one another's dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this night.  On our fourth night together.  Cuddled on my couch. Those three little words were said with such tenderness and endearment that I thought I would burst.  Those words are often said so much that their meaning is lost.  From this night on, I vow to never forget their meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-5599255739179998251?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/5599255739179998251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/relaxed-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5599255739179998251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/5599255739179998251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/relaxed-fall.html' title='A relaxed fall'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8707623640717258589</id><published>2009-02-27T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:52:20.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We reach the top .</title><content type='html'>The very next night, my next date with Blossom was at a place she knew of, and wished to show me. It was a wondrous place of mystical creation , seemingly built around the structure of a poem a poem that I could kind of relate to in fact. My interpretation is that some very clever person lost someone or something that was dear to his heart, but instead of letting the feeling die...this creator transferred whatever good feeling that remained into several odd robots, and a tower that stretched up to the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tower is built in such a way that it requires much skill and dexterous movements, and wise maneuvers to navigate its interior. If you make a wrong move, you will fall and have to start the climb all over again. I viewed it as sort of a paradigm to the way love is, you fall and fall and fail and finally you meet someone and even though you fall together, you help each other up with support and encouragement until you finally you are at the highest point you can go. When you reach that top together, there is never a need to look down anymore. Heaven is the new limit. Blossom and I have certainly walked through its gates tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SahQWxv7qII/AAAAAAAAAIs/TBaqPqN2s0s/s1600-h/blood+cup_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SahQWxv7qII/AAAAAAAAAIs/TBaqPqN2s0s/s400/blood+cup_002.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307580513097853058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe if Charles Manson had interpreted "helter skelter" the way I do, as a love song,  no one would have ever been hurt all those years ago.  Indeed this song comes to mind when I think of my experiences this night with Blossom.  Especially the part of the song where they say: &lt;em&gt;Do you don't you want me to love you &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;More on this on the next posting *wink, wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OM9KRpEkGfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OM9KRpEkGfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8707623640717258589?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8707623640717258589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-reach-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8707623640717258589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8707623640717258589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-reach-top.html' title='We reach the top .'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SahQWxv7qII/AAAAAAAAAIs/TBaqPqN2s0s/s72-c/blood+cup_002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-3122945768936528564</id><published>2009-02-27T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:40:11.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heights'/><title type='text'>Soaring to new heights</title><content type='html'>Ok first of all, I despise heights.  Definitely a little chicken when it comes to climbing up something that is any taller than me, because I always know that I have to eventually find my way down.  So it's safe to say that  I would never ever climb up something as high as the tower on Immersiva (slurl link).  This sim that I chose to share with Domi is right out of some surreal painting.  Very much a Steampunk or Cyberpunk  feel to it.  Lots of rusted metal, water,  various humans and animals alike with a robotic feel.   The story of the sim is one of some sort of disaster that happened between a human and his robot creatures.  It has sort of an old deserted amusement park feel to it.   Complete with a merry go round, ferris wheel and an old wooden roller coaster.   This place is just amazing.  Lots and detail and thought went into its creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tower is where most people that visit seem to congregate.  There is a maze of walkways, that you have to jump on and over, with metal and electric balls flying down as you try to make your way to the top.  (Inside is a no fly zone) I tried climbing it without cheating on another occasion with my friend Mercy but to no avail we continued to just keep falling. This time I think because Domi and I continued to help each other or just that luck was on our side we made it all the way to the top.  Of course we stopped a few times along the way, once to look at the scenery, the second time for another kissing lesson.   By this point I'm convinced that it is no longer me giving the lessons, because there is simply  no kind of instruction that could feel that good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Sahde5-3MhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fZfRumLOkAk/s1600-h/leap+of+faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Sahde5-3MhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fZfRumLOkAk/s200/leap+of+faith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307594946398073362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we near the top, I realize that I can't hear the wind like I did on my first visit to the top.  I was a little discouraged by this, but still happy to be with the man that had so quickly captivated my attention.   He must of sensed that to hear the wind and feel the wind blowing around me was important, so he asks should we try and summon the wind spirits together.  We talked about how the wind spirits must have seen several different sorts of ceremonies on that tower top.  And wondered what our ceremony should be to bring about the wind.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ceremony was something that one normally reads about or sees on the big movie screen.  It was incredible, remarkable, breath taking, and yes magical.   I think that both of us have some very powerful spells tucked up our sleeves.   And not just the pixie just that I used to make it up one very difficult part of the tower either.   Our spells that we cast together that night were both commanding and tender.   So influential that only the adoring man before me, the wind spirits, and my heart could hear them being cast.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wind wrapped around us shrouding us from the rest of the world, we both felt something inside us growing.  This something I know was growing to the point of no return.   Like a leap of faith.  One that you just take.  A step off a  souring tower high in the sky.  Closing your  eyes, feeling the wind rushing around you, caressing you.  Hope filling your soul.    This night was our leap of faith.   Time will only tell if we soar or fall, but I'm putting my heart on the first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-3122945768936528564?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/3122945768936528564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/soaring-to-new-heights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3122945768936528564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3122945768936528564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/soaring-to-new-heights.html' title='Soaring to new heights'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/Sahde5-3MhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fZfRumLOkAk/s72-c/leap+of+faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-2191792253940718459</id><published>2009-02-26T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:58:34.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Scary Vamps</title><content type='html'>Our second date started off with Domi asking me "do you have your garlic necklace ready?"  I knew I was in for a treat! After taking the short taxi ride from my home on Bahini to Katachi (http://slurl.com/secondlife/Katachi/113/18/23) I was greeted with a warm hug and a kiss (minus some minor technical glitches :)~  At which time I offer to help with some kissing lessons if he would like so that he could work out some of those glitches. I'm beginning to think that this wonderful man is also a bit of a romantic, just like me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he starts his tour of this vamp sim, he points up to one of the rundown apartment buildings to tell me that "up in those apartments are blood sucker lairs "We'd have to break in to see them though as its all locked up."  Thinking I'll be witty I come back with "oh no ... not blood suckers AND liars ..."  Well as you can imagine that set off a round of laughter.   Thank goodness he thought it was cute that I got the lair and liar words mixed up and not a total ditz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a quick peek into a not so haunted house (all the vamps scared the ghosties away) we happened upon a club with not a soul in it.  Go figure!  As we dance Domi says that he has a game that we can play.  There were four paintings on the wall all with either one or two people as the subjects.  He suggests that we each give them names and tell a short little description of what they were doing right before the painting was painted.  As we begin to each tell our names and stories, one word keeps resonating in my mind "WOW."   He was just as imaginative as I was.   At one point he did ask me did I read a lot of romance novels.  :)  I guess that just proves once again that I'm a hopeless romantic.   Or maybe hopeful.   Either way a romantic to the core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tour continued to see a blood squirting victim impaled on a spike, while two on lookers knelt at his feed ready to lick up the warm blood.   At this a normal girl would probably turn green and high tale it out of there.  But then again I'm not a normal girl!   We also stopped in on a dilapidated old graveyard where some of the graves had been uprooted and robbed.   This is where he asked for his first kissing lesson.  So in the midst of dirt, grime and old opened graves he gave me the sweetest kiss I've ever had the pleasure of receiving.   You know the kind that make your toes curl?  I know it is cliché but I think I actually saw fireworks!  &lt;br /&gt;We ended the night at our spot, the Downtown sim right outside of the Velvet nightclub.  After he pulls the good chair out for me to sit in he sends me a link to a YouTube video.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkHM8xG6i8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkHM8xG6i8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is crazy, but I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.  The conversation from the night before had meant something to him as well.  He remembered us talking about REM and the Muppets and found them in one video!   It was just a very touching gesture.    &lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that this is hands down probably the best second date that I have ever had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thoughts:   I think I might have stumbled upon a rare jewel.  Now I just have to hang on to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-2191792253940718459?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/2191792253940718459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-so-scary-vamps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2191792253940718459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/2191792253940718459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-so-scary-vamps.html' title='Not So Scary Vamps'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-7593271452177981456</id><published>2009-02-26T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:50:35.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemeteries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spookiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>Oppression the Impression</title><content type='html'>Throughout most of our childhoods and even into adulthood we are usually taught that dark and mysterious is relative to danger and should be avoided. On my second meeting/date with Blossom, I had the idea to bring her to a shadowy place, one of the darkest ones I know of in second life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Why did I want to take a girl there, and risk losing her? &lt;br /&gt;A:Another compatibility test of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into the explanation, first let me describe this place to give you a mental image for what my date had in store... This sim (Katachi http://slurl.com/secondlife/Katachi/89/29/28) is one that is run by a culture of Vampires. Real vampires? Perhaps. The whole of the sim is covered with an ultra gloomy fog, an eternal night, a bus that claims to go nowhere, dark haunted buildings and omnipresent advertisements for the sale of blood intended for consumption. The sounds of this place, are that of muffled screams, whistling winds, shutters being blown by the wind, and the wailing laments of beings undergoing unimaginable suffering. The only real bright spot of this scary place is a cemetery that seems relatively peaceful in comparison to its surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SacOhupLGvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UCIsc5V_ADg/s1600-h/blood+cup_001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SacOhupLGvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UCIsc5V_ADg/s400/blood+cup_001.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307226658498616050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now that you got a mental picture of what this place consists of let me tell you a little about why I wanted to take Blossom here, of all places! You'd think I'd take her to some unicorn fairy village to impress her? Well I could of but it would not have been me. I had already decided I liked this girl, from the first conversation to the last time I saw her, and at the same time I don't feel I have much time to lose, so I also want to be very honest with her and show her who I am right from the start no matter what. I'm the kind of guy that has explored the extremes of human nature and although I do not often participate or involve myself in my observations I wanted to make sure that Blossom would be of the open-minded and non-judgemental type as I myself consider myself to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we strolled through the darkest streets, entering the creepiest abodes ever seen...Blossom managed to laugh and not even flinch at the dreadful sights and sounds that were all around us. In fact she even seemed comfortable and very happy to be with me. She even told me that if we are together she had no fear at all. We shared our second kiss at the foot of the graveyard, and at that very moment, although I suspected it from the beginning, I felt something foriegn growing in me ... a sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of the test was of course exceptional, I feel I'm finally with someone that I can care about and will return the affections or even exceed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood as this night ended: I don't know if I've finally won some kind of cosmic lottery but I'm ecstatic, the possibilities of how far Blossom and I go now seem  limitless. It is also at the end of this night we decided together to write this very blog you are reading. This blog also serves as another avenue to open my heart to Blossom and to show the rest of the world who I care about. *Dominus winks and smiles at her*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-7593271452177981456?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/7593271452177981456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/oppression-impression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7593271452177981456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/7593271452177981456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/oppression-impression.html' title='Oppression the Impression'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SacOhupLGvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UCIsc5V_ADg/s72-c/blood+cup_001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-3116622065077977419</id><published>2009-02-25T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:31:32.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new romance'/><title type='text'>Clumsiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SabR3cdm8OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gVrC3Da5x3s/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SabR3cdm8OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gVrC3Da5x3s/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307159961366098146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but my first encounters with people I want to make a good impression on are filled with trip-ups, falls, misunderstandings, not having an address, and so on and so on.  Even in second life, where the footing is guaranteed there can be trip-ups as I was soon to discover at the end of what was pretty much my first date with Blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Overall our first meeting was a lovely time, filled with laughs, long conversations, just perfect.  I decided to take her to an unusual place just to get a sense if her aesthetics were in line with mine.   I'll admit this place was sort of a test for her, and she passed with an A+ for sure.  The place was here...( http://slurl.com/secondlife/Downtown/106/101/25 ) if you ever want to visit.  It's just outside the velvet night club.  A nice place to take a walk for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you'd know that I happen to have an inclination towards unusual builds, broken down buildings, damaged terrain, realistic sidewalks, even observable dumpsters.   This place just so happened to be such an area and it has a special kind of music, music that not too many people seem to be able to tolerate.  So as we sat there for hours just talking, laughing, I came to realize that Blossom was just as comfortable as I in this setting.  She understood my sense of humor, and I hers, and except for an initial mishap with a chair, things could not have gone more perfectly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As the end of the night drew near, the midnight oil already long expended, I thought I'd make my intentions clear that I liked her and give her a tender kiss good night.   Oh my goodness what a mess I made of it, my curse came back to haunt me. I tried and tried but I could not get the ridiculous pose kiss device thing to trigger for me, and in my frustration I even typed the wrong name in the "kiss so and so " part of the mechanism!   Luckily for me Blossom laughed it off as a comical display and she agreed to meet me again the following evening...whew!  What a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts after the first meeting with Blossom:  Not only do we have a ton of things in common, she's nice, fun, patient, and even forgiving of my gaffes.   What more could I possibly want? *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-3116622065077977419?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/3116622065077977419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/clumsiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3116622065077977419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/3116622065077977419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/clumsiness.html' title='Clumsiness'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SabR3cdm8OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gVrC3Da5x3s/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-8572006746755672617</id><published>2009-02-25T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:30:16.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new romance'/><title type='text'>Skeptical but still hanging on to hope</title><content type='html'>Owning and operating a three sim wide rental community, I meet the most interesting people. Some old, some young, some furry, some bald. All of them unique in their own way and their own situations. A few weeks ago a new tenant messaged me for some help, told me that she needed to add her new found love to the property group.   Me being the inquisitive, not nosey, person that I am asked her how she came upon her Mr. Right.   She told me of a dating service, AvMatch.com, which she had used with obvious great success.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least I was skeptical.  I had my profile up and filled out for about a week and had only actually met three people face to face.  No, I wasn't interested in speed dating.  No, I wasn't interested in moving in with him and his girlfriend!  Finally...Yes, I actually wanted to be able to have a conversation.  However, all of the above seemed to be an issue.   So at the end of the first week I changed my profile.  The headline read "Shiny new pair of shoes."  My norm upon logging out was to do a quick browse and see if there was anyone new or interesting.  That was the night that I happen to see his profile, one that I hadn't seen previously.   The headline was one word.  "Donuts"  Of course, I sent him a brief message.  Just to see if a conversation might progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SaWvoqd-9bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zAPt03Bgc9U/s1600-h/Bloss+at+SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SaWvoqd-9bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zAPt03Bgc9U/s200/Bloss+at+SM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840849055675826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day he had responded with a general response back but left it open ended with "Did you ever find new shoes? :O)"   I immediately thought to myself that he at least has imagination.  A few messages later and I'm giving him my name so that he can pass me a LM for a shoe store that he thought I should check out.  He said that they might have the shoes that I was looking for.  So not really knowing what to think of that, other than "Ok this is a nice guy that is genuinely making the effort."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the very first things he says to me "Don't come yet though...I have to leave this place before you arrive.  I'm shy..lol"   So of course that opens up the conversation of my personal shyness that consumed by until my mid 20's.   That topic then flowed into another and then another.  Everything from music to what our favorite Muppet's character is.   Before we knew it the clock was screaming "you have to go to bed girl!"  I don't think either of us really wanted the night to end.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way he told me he was thinking of the next place he wanted to take me, and was I available the next day.  I think right then my skeptical mind began to turn itself off.  Maybe it is all the different items we have in common, the genuine kindness that he posses, along with his ability to so easily make me laugh that did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thought:  The hope is strong and growing like a beautiful rose garden in the spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-8572006746755672617?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/8572006746755672617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/skeptical-but-still-hanging-on-to-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8572006746755672617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/8572006746755672617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/skeptical-but-still-hanging-on-to-hope.html' title='Skeptical but still hanging on to hope'/><author><name>Blossom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343350233946572883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/S6JSRgJ0K9I/AAAAAAAAADE/BmYE2suHssk/S220/leap+of+faith.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49IaVhsjtcA/SaWvoqd-9bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zAPt03Bgc9U/s72-c/Bloss+at+SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617942346611506563.post-9028662369840348638</id><published>2009-02-25T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:11:00.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiative</title><content type='html'>Taking a chance involves putting yourself in a place where your comfort drops to what amounts to sometimes less then zero. For me it was really hard to find someone compatible that was not already taken, or worse taken but not admitting it. So through a good friends advice, and against some of my own ego resistance I decided to place on advertisement on a second life romance site called "avmatch.com". &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SaWDN1YAnoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m2eEJX_teq8/s1600-h/bannadex1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 61px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SaWDN1YAnoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m2eEJX_teq8/s400/bannadex1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306792009615318658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On perusal of avmatch.com I did not have much hope as the limited descriptions of the people there did not quite catch my eye. So, I decided to just respond to whoever wrote me. Unfortunately my own description was not very detailed , but it was designed by a friend to not put any one off that read it. And work it did! I think I had 20 something e-mails to sort through within 4 hours of posting my ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed an overwhelming task to sort through all of these interested people. Luckily I was able to eliminate some right away, such as ones that mention wanting to be spoiled. I got no problem spoiling the right girl, but to have someone expect it without any initial contact made me rule out 25% of the candidates on the spot. Then I had others that were married or out of my age range, that eliminated a bunch too. I did send thank you but no, to a couple of them. I wish I had more time to respond to everyone, but there is just not enough time in the day. Out of all of the e-mails one stood out to me as a bit peculiar, she didn't mention she wanted to meet, just said this "nice picture-did you take it yourself?". I responded to her in a straight forward way, that I did not take the picture and asked her a little something sort of off the wall myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in an e-mail exchange about a certain apparel item, that is quite popular to females. I even promised to send her a landmark to a nice store, where she could acquire such item. No promises of meeting or nothing, just a friendly trade of information. I could tell she was appreciative of my efforts for her, which was very appealing to me. Because believe it or not, lots of the little things I do for people get overlooked. I don't say anything if they don't get noticed, but when a person is genuinely appreciative of a small token, I do take notice and am content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now this lady has something going for her, I still don't really anything about her, but at least she has the promise of being someone that I could like as a friend. I decide to exchange some careful banter via IM, just to get an idea of who she is. The result was phenomenal, I found we liked lots of the same music, both shared a mistrust of internet dating and best of all she seemed genuinely interested in answering my questions, and hearing what I have to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts: Okay I have to meet her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617942346611506563-9028662369840348638?l=mushemush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/feeds/9028662369840348638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/initiative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/9028662369840348638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617942346611506563/posts/default/9028662369840348638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushemush.blogspot.com/2009/02/initiative.html' title='Initiative'/><author><name>Dominus Hynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732802745376943160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SbBl_nB9sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEeiDAZO33w/S220/dom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwSrTL6Otl8/SaWDN1YAnoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m2eEJX_teq8/s72-c/bannadex1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
