Mom is in town (from Oregon) so I've been visiting her (and also my brother's family, who she's been staying with) for the past week or so. Here is some pictures of my (three) nephews I took with my camera phone.
Watching TV
Grabbing at the camera.
This is their pet Weimaraner, Greta, who's been forced wear this shield around her head to keep from biting an infected foot.
A new friend, Waelya, invited me to her shop. While at the shop I invited my other friend, Ulises, to come by. As I was introducing those two, I realized that they were both from Spain. Naturally, they were delighted to hear this, so they began speaking in Spanish.
I politely asked that they continue to talk in English in front of me (which they did).
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Later, Ulises remarked that he hadn't seen me at the pool lately, and I explained that since Milo has been a stud lately, we have been invited to a lot of clubs lately.
[9:43] Ulises Snook: what is a stud?
[9:43] Patric: a suave, cool individual, usually a man
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Pappy sent out a challenge to locate this swamp monster and get a photo with it. The name of the monster had at one time been "Beeble Baxter" (when it was a Furry). But now that it was a monster, it was no longer a 'he,' apparently, and it was also without a name. So we'll just call it 'swamp monster.'
I let Ulises study Pappy's blog, thinking a Spaniard trying to decipher a hillbilly's dialect to locate a monster on Second Life was too good an opportunity to pass up.
To my surprise, Ulises had no trouble understanding Pappy's patois, and even suggested a few places we might find the monster.
[9:55] Ulises Snook: i get it
[9:55] Ulises Snook: i speak southern spanish
[9:55] Ulises Snook: :)
[9:55] Ulises Snook: so
[9:55] Ulises Snook: are looking for the swamp or waht?
[9:56] Ulises Snook: the swamp must be in a place with sea
[9:57] Ulises Snook: and cold
[9:57] Ulises Snook: that is what i think
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The only swamp I know on Second Life belongs to my neighbor, LaeMi. She even has a swamp monster inhabiting it. I don't know if those two monsters would get along, though. But I can't rule it out.
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Mom
Jenny introduced me to her mom (her REAL LIFE mom) named Sandi. Of course, Sandi and I got along famously, she being 45 and I being 39. Her job, she told me, was encouragement: she only shows up on Second Life to encourage her daughter--Jenny the builder. She is the official cheerleader of Jenny's company, ComPany. "ComPany Mom" is her title. She runs around on a unicycle, doing laps around her daughter who's building, shouting encouragement. It is quite a setup. Here is a picture
of Jenny busy building, and Waeyla busy building, while Mom looks on from her unicycle.
SL/Realigiosity
Milo loves Mom.
Milo warns about doing harm to Mom.
Milo: i going to sleep you continue conversation
Patric: follow our conversation while you're asleep
Milo: if somethink happened to my mom patric you will be responsable
Patric: she will take all the precautionary pills
Milo: then i dont wanna be in your skin
Patric: she doesn't want to have you again
Patric: she will take all precautions
Milo: cya patric
Milo: cya mom
Patric: awww
Patric: have him twice in a row
Mom: ok son bye have a good sleep
Patric: it would be fun
Milo: lol that is for both
Patric: lol
Patric: he kissed and blew it and split it in half
Milo: cya around im really screwed
Milorad Lehmann is Offline
Patric: ok mom this is when you excuse yourself and run crying to restroom...Son is off to duty (bed)
Mom: lol
Patric: bed is the enemy
Patric: beds belong to the kingdom of 1st Life
Patric: we forbade looking at beds in my past sl religion
Mom: lol
Mom: hahhah
Patric: i was told beds don't exist
Patric: whenever someone tells me he/she is leaving for bed i lean back on my faith and denounce it
Mom: lol
SL/Proof of Unintelligent Life in the Universe
At the pool with Milo and his recently-purchased Mom
. Mom scolded Milo about smoking a joint, saying he wasn't doing it right. She also pointed out the giant doobie wasting away in the pool.
Meanwhile, I was partying at the cabana when I noticed smoke coming from the cabana's ceiling. 
At first this fascinated me--then alarmed me when I realized I was the one causing the smoke. In a flash Milo was all over it: He rolled his wet body around on the roof, trying to put out the smoke. 
It only got worse. It wasn't until Yetrates arrived with a bag of faeries that the smoke was finally contained.
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Milo and I celebrated that night 
by focusing hard on a UFO so that an alien would show up.
We weren't prepared for the scaly, Lobster-looking alien that did show up--but, hey, an alien is an alien.
We had the alien sit in a hot tub
so we could gradually increase the temperature. Meanwhile, we peppered it with at least a thousand different questions, none which it answered. After a bit, the alien popped out of the tub and said it had to return to the UFO before it was compelled to eat us.
Milo was so excited to have extraterrestrial contact that he wanted a picture hugging the alien.
