Do You Believe..?

So here's something I thought I'd share today.

See, I took Halloween off to do errands and hang out with my family and stuff.

There's a friend of the family that takes care of my Grams some days, and her 13 year old son was recently hospitalized. So my sister left her kids at my parent's house and we went to go see her - check up on our friend.

So..I can't lie. Sometimes I live in my own little world. Especially lately - I've been trapped between work and other stuff..and trying to swim with a 50 pound weight tied to my leg. And that's where things go wrong..and every now and then, it's good to have someone come by and slap you in the back of the head and bring you back to the REAL world.

Well, that's what sisters are for, I guess.

So she told me about our friend..and that we should go see her, take a cake or something. Usual stuff?

In the car, my sister gave me a black bead to wear and put one on herself. If you're not familiar with a black bead..it's a small bracelet made of black beads that are worn to ward off evil, protect newborn babies from the evil eye, etc. Superstitious stuff, but not something you'd ever try your luck with.

Well, now why would I need a black bead to see our friend? So I prod my sister who doesn't say much on the short drive over. Just that I should put on the black bead and be quiet.

Here's a little secret. I'm a big fat fraidy cat.

Yes, I am.

I'm afraid of my own shadow some days. I can sucessfully scare myself with my own imagination - no help needed. And my sister knows all of this..and has always used it to torment me endlessly.

But she also knows..that I'm not a..let's test our luck or put ourselves somewhere..we shouldn't.

So anyway, we get to my friend's house and we go in..and of course my friend looks like shit run over - which is expected, I think, when your children are sick.

So my sister and I sit down..and the first clue that something was wrong hit me..and I dug my nails into my sister's leg. All of the mirrors in the house were covered with sheets.

So I think..maybe Halloween prank?

Then the screaming starts upstairs and I'm practically sitting in the chair with my sister. Screaming..high pitched..then deep..like an old man.

So our friend breaks down crying. And my sister comforts her..and I'm planning an escape route..back door..front door..bay window..it's a little muddled. But I'm fucking SCARED. Let me tell you.

Old many screaming..shrieks..it goes on for a few minutes and then stops.

So here's the story..

A few weeks ago, my friends son started..getting violent. Started smashing things..hitting his sister..and then withdrawing into the basement of the house.

Sounded to me like..something..maybe..bipolar disorder..schizophrenia..something along those lines?

Then she says he starts speaking..in a different voice..with a different accent..

Answers to his name on and off.

The school calls her..tells her he needs to see a psychiatrist. He's throwing fits..tantrums..breaking things..hitting other students....doing the different voice thing in class.

So he can't go back to school until these "episodes" stop.

She takes him to the psychiatrist..the kid bugs out in the doctor's office.

She calls the local pandit (a Hindu priest, if you will). Who speaks to him.

The kid tells him..he used to live in this house..and he wants them to get out..to leave the house now. They don't belong there. He uses the voice.

The same old voice yelling upstairs.

That's not an old person. That's the kid yelling. And I'm shivering.

Is he restrained? Come on, yeah, I asked. I need to know if Linda Blair's brother is about to spiderwalk down the stairs and kill me.

No. He's sitting in his room. He's not restrained. He's just there. Screaming. Alone.

I think I've started drawing blood out of my sister's leg.

I kind of start to hope they're just pulling a Halloween prank on me. But my friend..she's never really looked like shit before. She's not faking this.

The screaming starts again..and my sister and I graciously excuse ourselves (she excuses..I just kinda bolt for the door).

In the car we talk about it..about what we would do..move out..research the history of the house..etc. But we believe. I mean, I know it sounds crazy. But I believe in the things (good and bad) that we can't see.

So I pose the question.

Do you believe?


XOXO,
B

Tagged..

Here are the rules:
1. Link to the person that tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share 6 non-important/habits/quirks about yourself
4. Tag 6 random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up

1) I have a thing about open doors. I’m constantly closing them. Latent fear of the Boogey Man? No idea.
2) I like black pants from The Gap so much, I once bought seven when they were on sale.
3) I don’t eat fish. At all. Of any kind.
4) I run two computers at once some nights. When I’m quiet, it means I’m working on my laptop and my desktop has SL going.
5) I believe tofu is the devil’s food. It’s not real food. No matter WHAT they tell you. Tastes like chicken AND chicken..two different things.
6) I have OCD. If there aren’t the way I want them to be, I spend all of my time bugging out.

Okay. Now..

I tag..uhm……nobody..because Crighton tagged everyone I know. ROFLMAO

Thank You For........

Sometimes, I think we lose sight of things when it comes to the people that are around us.

I think we forget that..there is no cosmic law binding them to us. There is no promise that they will always be there for us. That their presence will always be gauranteed.

I think..sometimes we forget that the people around us are there by chance - luck, maybe. Destiny? Fate? Maybe some people were put into your life just for one reason. Just to serve one purpose. And when their time is up, they keep going - never to look back. Maybe others were put into your life..for the long haul. For you to always have someone to be there. Or maybe you are their someone to take care of them.

But the thing is, too often we forget to say the little things.

Like..

Thank you for being there for me.

Thank you always being there for me.

Thank you for loving me (when maybe I didn't deserve it).

Thank you for loving me..for me.

I've learned to be more free with my love. It's not like there's a shortage. Love is infinite. You can always make more. You can always find room in your heart to love someone..even when you feel like you can't. I've learned to thank people more often..not just for doing things..but for being who they are. After all, if we can easily hate someone for being fake - should we not openly applaud and love the people that are open and honest with us?

Then why..do we forget those closest to us? Why do we expect them to always be there..to always love us when we aren't deserving of it? Why do we treat them as if.....they'll never walk away?

Take a good look around, darlings.

If you can't remember the last time you thanked the person closest to you for loving you..for respecting you..for caring for you..even when you know you've done nothing to deserve it..even when you know that you haven't loved them back in the same way..

Then you know what you need to do.

And I suggest you do it before they find a new toaster to love.

Because let me tell you.

Nothing in this life..or this world..is promised to you.

Especially when you've done nothing to EARN it.

Chew on that for a while.



XOXO,
B

Rocktoberfest!

This Sunday from 11 AM to 12 PM SLT, join myself and DJ Borday for Rocktoberfest!

IM me for a TP..details, etc.

XOXO,

B

I Had A Dream.....

I wish it was like MLK's!

But it wasn't.

Last night my dream world slipped into vivid reality. Like..as real as real me reality.

And I sat up this morning..half laughing and half afraid.

See, here's the thing.

Real me and Blissie have always been the same person. I've never treated her like a character.

So needless to say..we share the same fears..and "issues".

So last night's dream had real me going to see my RL love. But when I got to his apartment door..it was open..

But it wasn't him there..

It was Moo.

And Moo was with a groupie..

And then I was Blissie..in cartoon..

But he was still..real..

And he said I was too cartoon for him..and not good enough anymore.

And left he with the groupie..

And..........

I was left standing there as a cartoon.

So I'm all WTF?! about the dream.

Rofl!

SL too much, maybe?

:) deep fears, let me tell you.


XOXO,
B

Mikki & Lovolt's Wedding (By A Very Late Blissie Boucher)

Congrats Mikki and Lovolt!!!!

Temptation..

So, in this life we're faced with something..gray. Temptation.

You see, damned if you do and damned if you don't. Give in and lose everything. Don't give in and you waste away in discontent regret.

Now, there's no limit to temptation..and no area in life where it doesn't appear. What we want most..what we have and what we need all clash..and we are STUCK.

So being in the position of wanting things you can or can't have is hard. If you can have them, there's always a reason you don't. And if you can't have them, there are always 500 reasons you should (rational or not).

So when do you stop restraining yourself?

Let's say..you have a toaster.

And your toaster is okay.

But your friend has a really great toaster.

You don't go take her toaster because..clearly it's her toaster.

But you want it.

And every day you want it a little more than the last.

The thing is...you can't bring yourself to throw your toaster away.

So..you want this other toaster..

And your toaster too.

You're a two toaster tramp.

But you see.....you smack your toaster..and start to hate it..and don't use it....because it can't toast like the other toaster.

What do you do?

Do you sit forever with a broken toaster (that's really not broken..just not the toaster you want..)? Do you get rid of yours? Do you break in during the night and steal your friends toaster when she's not awake? Do you keep two toasters and never tell a soul?

Because you know that your friend's toaster would be happier toasting your bread..but not necessarily that you'd be happier having it toast for you 100% of the time.

But every day..your need for this toaster grows..and grows..until it's all that you can think about.

Decisions, decisions.

Who knew toasters were such tools of temptation?

Temptation.

The gray area where your heart, head and everything in between clash. Where emotions normally contained..break out and run wild..wreaking chaos..

:) I'd love to hear your thoughts..on my madness..


XOXO,
B

Blissful Productions & Co. Go PINK!

So, very late last night (very early this morning..), a group of beautiful ladies got together for a picture. But the picture was more than just a snapshot of friends. It will, with any luck, become the first of many “Go Pink!” pictures to come out of Blissful Productions, Sporks, Bistro Olive, The Savoy, Parker’s Pub and Witchy Woman Designs.

Why these venues? What do these very different places all have in common?

The pink kiosk located in each, which allows you to donate to the Breast Cancer: Network of Strength charity. (http://www.networkofstrength.org/secondlife/)

I was lucky enough to meet Raeva Ashley, the organizer for the 2ndLifeAid group event this weekend right before her 48-hour fundraiser for the Network of Strength. This morning’s report had them at 236,000L total, I believe – which is amazing!

Be 100% sure that Blissful Productions will be taking over several venues soon to raise money for this charity (and others if I can get someone to call me back!).

In the meantime, you can visit any of the abovementioned establishments to donate to the pink kiosk for the Network of Strength. In addition to donating, you can also pop into Witchy Woman Designs to check out the new Breast Cancer Awareness Huggles Bear (because everyone needs a hug!) and members of the BP group got a special pink scarf (also courtesy of WWD) and a pink ribbon to wear.

I’ll have more goods out soon – don’t worry. More great designers are jumping in, beyond willing to help. I think I’ll compile a list of all designers that I know of that will be carrying pink ribbon goods.

And you guys?

Well, I can’t thank you all for supporting my ventures..for hopping on my charity bus and giving your time, effort and lindens to a good cause. Without you guys – my friends – none of this is possible. SMOOCH! I love you all!



XOXO,
B

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things.. (Things..Not People..)

The list is long..but these some..

1. My slouchy brown suede cowboy boots from Steve Madden because they make me feel badass.

2. My iPod because it drowns out the world when I want it to.

3. My big fluffy socks because they’re warm and comfortable.

4. My shoebox of Teuscher champagne truffles and chocolate bars because..well..it’s chocolate.

5. My black Ann Taylor wrap dress because it makes me feel sexy.

6. My hidden tube of Strawberry Shortcake lipgloss..because ALL girls need strawberry flavored lips at one time or another.

7. My Gucci Mucchi Pucci nailpolish..because the perfect shade of pink is hard to find!

8. My little black clutch from Banana Republic because it’s perfect for ALL occasions.

9. My American Express. Does that one even NEED a reason?!

10. Songs that make me feel strong..because the right song can make you feel like you can take on the world!

11. My aviator sunglasses because they make me feel like a movie star.

12. My Viva La Juicy purse size roll on perfume because it makes me smell delicious!

13. My Palomo Picasso heart pendant necklace from Tiffany because it goes with everything.

14. My Sidekick..because it keeps me everywhere..which is just where I want to be.

And last, but not least..

15. My giganto Coach SoHo print bag that I fit everything AND the kitchen sink in to go to work. ROFL! :) it's probably how Blissie carries her inventory around to..lol

Sunday Snuggles..

Tonight Moo and I camped out under the SL stars and slept out in our snowy yard with Fred. It was, as I put it, my most favorite thing to do in SL. Not that shopping isn't up there..it is. But just hanging around and chatting..well..that's the post-party ritual we had..a long time ago. We'd come home..shimmy into our pajamas (tonight it was my Cookie Monster pair) and we'd talk about it all. From outfits to people to venues to future plans..we talk about it all. Something that we'd lost for a long time.

That's post-party. Everyone does it, I think. Talk about everything that went on..everyone that was there..yada yada.

We had a busy night tonight - but it was fun. Mikki's wedding..then Blue Olive..then we headed to my office..popped in on Bev..whew!

Mikki and Lovolt's wedding was amazing! So beautiful and filled with love. :) I'm so happy for them!

I bought some tickets for a fundraiser here for myself and some of my friends.

After the wedding I put in a request to a charity here in SL to host a fundraiser. :) I feel good when I can do good things..when I can..accomplish something not shoe based.

So I started thinking about what I could do..

Last time I took over the Bee Hive and ran a week of events.

This time..my friends and I now own enough establishments..we can split it up! What's the point of my co-owning Sporks now if I didn't throw The Ultimate Roaming Charity Party..

Sporks! Bistro Olive! The Wild Jungle Beach Club! The Savoy! Parker's Pub!

Five venues..five days of partying for a good cause. Five sets of great folks that I know would open their doors to support the breast cancer foundation I've put my request out to.

That's the thing about good old friends..

You know them..and you know you can count on them. You know that they'll always back you up. There's no second guessing..or worrying.

Whew.

Long day.

I'm tired..excited for the things to come..and eager to get them off of the ground. :)

I hope you had a good Sunday - I did!


XOXO,
B