Snail Racing You Say...?

Oh yes indeedy, I have raced seahorses, equines, and now…snails! Escargot on the shell, lumbering at a—well—snail’s pace. lol. Talk about awkward and intense.
You have to *fly* over hurdles on an obstacle course and your view is obscured by antennae and the other racers. You bascially become the snail.

Sadly, I finished last. I think from now on I’ll stick with horses and seahorses, unless there
is some place in Second Life with Indy/Formula One cars or NASCAR. Sure be a lot safer in SL than in RL. Buckle me in ya’ll, I am ready to race. Vroom, vroom! lol.

Racing Under the Sea

Almost anything is possible in Second Life, including fulfilling a long-time fantasy. Friday, I competed in my first Seahorse race!

My mount, a white mohawk punk seahorse I named Johnny Rotten Kibbler, finished a close second to the two time winner and reigning champ, Zohee G., whose bay seahorse held out for the victory win.

For a horse-crazy girl from the bluegrass, the race was a perfect blend of my two favorite passions—horse racing and the sea. I hope to compete again throughout the SL racing meet this winter, in between writing and editing my books. If you go into SL, check out the underwater sports and look up seahorse racing for time and location, then you can be my cheerleading team, lol. Hope to see ya there. ((hugs))

Cold Weather Soup Making

With the cold snap sweeping through the southeast, I’ve been fixing a lot of soup. Sometimes I get lazy and open a can, but the salt intake is insane in most canned and pre-packaged soups, so I do it all old school and homemade when I can. Here is a basic recipe for Irish potato soup, and it’s what is on the menu for today at my house:
http://www.irelandseye.com/aarticles/culture/recipes/cooking/tatosoup.shtm

On the writing front, I am editing a few stories and weeding through old projects that somehow were overlooked. I do think a few have a possibility of getting published. ::keeping fingers crossed::
For those of you who know me through Second Life, I have been busy decorating the beach house and minding the prims best I can. I think it’s really wild how something can look very cute and innocent and then ya check and the sucker is like 44 prim! Ouch! So the new watchword I’ve come up with is: Primmage.

Definition: The amount of prim either allocated or available for use on a parcel. The amount of prim used. Referenced: Second Life.

Example: Oh wow, I had no idea that tiny fruit bowl was 44 prim! I am already smacking my primmage limits. lol.