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I love these lakes

such a pretty room

THATS THE MAPMAKER!!!

I guess I got him last Xmas and I named him from a line in Hunting Of The Snark. He's the one who made a map that consisted entirely of water "without the least visage of land" (so it was a blank.)

This is his throneroom:

And to get there you have to cross multiple bodies of water.

I'm home.

Just to tempt you

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BIG DAY

I am EMBARASSED to admit how much TIME was spent WORKING toward this goal. It is a true slog from 75,000 to 100,000. And most of it spent in places like this:

I think I'm going to place it in the Most Rarest Item Of all room, since I don't plan on ever getting another.

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Congratulations!! That is true dedication. There probably aren’t a lot of players who get that. Post the room when you make it (or tell me where it is so I can go visit!)

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It's in The Most Rare Item Of All. You'll see it - along with many other wonderful sights - when you visit all the pigs.

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EXCUASE me Sir?!?!?!

7 figures?!?!?!

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Dude. How rare is this??

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I had seen it in the announcements (the thing that pops up when you fist log in - What’s New) but hadn’t paid attention to the PRICE.

I’m thinking that this will show up occasionally as a Rare Item at you get for adopting a new pet - otherwise it’s Unobtanium.

The ONE time I had 100,000 $$ it was because I SET OUT to achieve that - which meant ALL of my accounts were sending goods to one place to amass the wealth. But that meant I couldn’t buy rare items or decorate, which are my favorite things to do, so after I HAD achieved 100,000 i stopped doing that.

EXCUASE me Sir?!?!?!

7 figures?!?!?!

BIG DAY

I am EMBARASSED to admit how much TIME was spent WORKING toward this goal. It is a true slog from 75,000 to 100,000. And most of it spent in places like this:

I think I'm going to place it in the Most Rarest Item Of all room, since I don't plan on ever getting another.

#things I can only tell you

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I visited two pigs today

I LOVE the dragon sleeping in the forest. So cool.

And I thought these were all pets at first! I kept clicking on them to see what their names were. You have a HUGE collection of toy birds (and other gremlins). I love it.

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I'm going to tell you ALL about it this weekend.

And these were the TAMEST of the COOL supercool things the OTHER pigs are hiding. I hope you check out some more!!

IS THIS THE LUCKIEST DAY IN THE WORLD?!?!?

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Anyway I now own 12+ medieval columns. I win. I can retire from webkinz now.

Always fun scrounging up names for all the new free Snowy Retriever pets.

a Story I Have Owed You For Two Years Now

So here is the story I have been meaning to tell you forever about my love-hate relationship with As I Passed By His Garden.

Here goes:

Imagine me spending 6-10th grade in a tiny Christian "School" with the "PACE" Curriculum, which is supposed to be a self-contained curriculum with which to run a Christian school OR that you could use to homeschool. thats me. Went to this tiny in-church school that ranged from 12 to 27 kids for 3 years.

I memorized A LOT of bible verse, which lead to a livelong practice of setting ancient prayers to memory (and acting, of course) and I read A LOT of VERY interesting books. Mostly about Bible translators and Christian Martyrs and Martin Luther etc. etc.

And I read an entire book of Didactic, and usually Awful, poetry.

SOME of that poetry was written by Isaac Watts.

You know who Isaac Watts is. If you ever sang "Alas! and did my Savior bleed And did my Sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I?"

That was him, and he wrote a lot of hymns that you've probably heard of. And he wrote a lot of didactic poetry for children teaching them to be Good And Industrious.

This is one:

The Sluggard

'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides and his shoulders and his heavy head.

"A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;" Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number, And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands, Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.

I pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier, The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher; The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs.

I made him a visit, still hoping to find That he took better care for improving his mind: He told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinking; But scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.

Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me," This man's but a picture of what I might be: But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.

Now, there is SO MUCH WRONG with this poem I can't even start. (First off, is there a REASON this man sleeps all day? Does he have sleep apnea, is he sick? Depressed? Instead of walking by his garden being a judge-y why not say "Hey friend your garden is getting away from you there, would you like a hand??" And if he stands around all day THINKING and never buys new clothes or bothers to weed his garden BECAUSE HE READS HIS BIBLE TOO MUCH would THAT make you happy, or would you be all judgmental about that too? Notice that the man DOES NOT WORK FOR A LIVING and is never told "Hey go get a job!" rather he is just criticized for NOT spending his money on clothes (what IS he spending it on? Does he HAVE enough to eat? Is that why he's talking about it so much - is he sleeping all day because he's malnourished? Someone REALLY needs to do a welfare check...)

But the MAIN problem, the thing that made me REALLY hate this poem ever since middle school, is this:

I loved to sleep. Sleep was AWESOME. And waking up to look at the clock and realize you STILL HAD TIME to get more sleep? I LOVED that sensation.

And I knew that was bad. The Book of Proverbs, said bad things about people who love sleep. So I knew LOVING that sensation of GOING BACK TO SLEEP was a bad thing.

And - here's the thing - I think that poetic image of a door turning on its hinges to a sleeper turning over in bed REALLY STUCK WITH ME which is why I think I hate this poem so mcuh.

BUT I LOVE THE OWL AND THE PANTHER POEM. IT IS SO CLEVER.

When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon,

Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon:

While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl,

And concluded the banquet by

What happens next? Does the banquet conclude with the panther eating the owl, or thanking the fowl? (There's, like, a dozen lines people have thought of the end the poem where no one gets eaten. I prefer these.)

So - now you know. This garden is not JUST a place for predators and prey to have tea

but it also HAS TO BE OVERGROWN with plants growing in random places.

Because it IS in an overgrown garden, where people are walking by and TOTALLY judging the guy who is too lazy to weed his yard.

And THAT is the story I've been owing you for two years.

A Story I Can Only Tell You

because in a million years I would never admit it to anyone else.

So I got A FEW free Snowy Dog pets at Christmas, because I DID obsessively watch for floating tokens on SOME accounts, but not all. On one account I DID get Snowy Dog was the Alice account.

But what to name them? I've mined my brain SO. Many. Times. to come up with new characters/new room themes that I really couldn't think of a good name. So I pulled out my annotated copy of The Hunting Of The Snark and opened it for inspiration.

I was IMMDIATELY gifted with a LONG list of possible names for webkinz for QUITE a while, when I read this (one of my favorite passages.)

It's about the one who came on board the ship and had forgotten all of his luggage, but more importantly:

he had wholly forgotten his name.

He would answer to "Hi!" or to any loud cry,

Such as "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!"

To "What-you-may-call-um!" or "What-was-his-name!"

But especially "Thing-um-a-jig!"

While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,

He had different names from these:

His intimate friends called him "Candle-ends,"

And his enemies "Toasted-cheese."

So on Tumtum Wabe the dog is called "Fry Me!" and he is a loner - I don't feel any great need for him to have a brother - and that was just fine, but when I adopted Candle Ends I just HAD to give him a twin and named him Toasted Cheese. I said i WAS. Not. Going. To. Buy. A. Code (the whole POINT was that the pet was free!!!) and PROMISED myself that I would just wait until next year for the NEXT snowy dog. That way he could have a TWIN brother, which is really the point, right? Its just two names for the same guy...

So, in the meantime, I started making them a little love nest (and MULTIPLE matching outfits) for the future. For one year from now when there will be two of them.

Well you can guess the rest - finally broke down and spent a whopping eight bucks in this guy,

which was the closest I could find to a twin

.And now they live happily in their little love-nest, and by " little" I mean at this point it is includes three rooms.

And LOOK!! after YEARS of collecting Bloomin' Furniture from The Curio Shop I FINALY have an ENTIRE Bloomin' house!! (And this is the first time this has happened!)

Now, when I think about these two and their story, I wonder if they are Best Friends or maybe Enemies-to-Lovers??

ANWAY I would NEVER admit to another adult that I adopted two pets and gave them a romantic hideaway, but you are an intimate friend. So much so that you CAN use the name Toasted Cheese when addressing me.

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