A little out of line, never politically correct, and you can't dress me up...
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I went and got my flowers started today!!! I LOVE how it turned out…the dragonflies got a little makeover too, I will post a pic when it has healed up too, these were hot off the press!!! One more sitting to do the rest of the color in the flowers and the leaves…
Truer words have never been spoken, at least not to me, I swear. My friend and co-worker said it to me as we were leaving today and I told her I started work a half an hour later than usual tomorrow.
Last week, apparently her half an hour without me was insane.
Today, my first half an hour of work was.
Anyone that has known me for more than about 5 minutes, knows I can be a total clusterfuck…or a totally organized hard core working machine diva.
Ya right.
Today the latter could not have been farther from the truth. That’s right, clusterfuck through and through.
I HATE having days when I am inept. I hate it. My OCD finds it totally unacceptable, but once the day has started like today did, I find it hard to pull myself out of that funk and get it heading straight again. Today I tried, I really did.
I screwed up an invoice I had to do, I was in a hurry, which is never good, I screwed up the discount and it just went south from there, I won’t bore you with the details, it got straightened out, thanks to my boss lady, Shauna. I swear to god, I nearly kissed her. I told her I loved her. I meant it too.
All the while, my sales rep Ron was there, adding to my panic. I knew he needed to get my order done and then get on with his day. I was holding that up. I should have just relaxed a bit I guess, but it just all happened at once. Relaxing isn’t exactly my strongest point.
After all of the above finally finds it’s way under control, I tell Shauna I need a coffee, she agreeds…
I head to the back to make some, and in passing the table in the lunch room I spot the butter tarts that our good friend Don had brought in the day before (he actually brought us two bags of them, but I only ate one, well today…) I thought maybe the sugar might make me smarter.
I venture off butter tart in hand, to do a mini job while waiting for the brewing to take place…
So in about 10 minutes or so, I went back to the lunch room to grab my coffee. I made about 10 cups and the pot only had about 4 left. I thought hmmm, the other girls were in on the coffee pretty quick today…
As I reach for the pot, I notice, grounds, and coffee all over the counter…what. the. hell?
I open the lid, and the filter is fine, but the water for some reason is not draining through, well it wasn’t til I opened the lid, and then it started to pour out, of course the coffee pot was in my hand, not under the filter. Ya…
I clean up the mess, I might have sworn…but only a little.
Ya.
I make more coffee.
I walk away.
All I can do is hope for the best. The second pot turned out substantially better, and it helped a little bit.
But not really, the rest of the day didn’t improve much, so let’s just skip to the good part.
I get home, my son has cooked me dinner…well not really dinner, he has cooked me meat. Yup, chicken stuffed with broccoli. You are pretty impressed right now aren’t you? Well so was I, even though it is premade and ready to cook. I don’t care. I never loved him more than I did that moment. I fried up some zucchini and voila, dinner. Served.
With a Ceaser.
A big one. Like a double.
Actually two.
And they were good.
Right after I ate dinner, I realized my tattoo needed some lubrication.
I don’t have any. I am totally out of tat creme, and they don’t have any either. Now I am crafty. I told them I would make some for them to use when someone gets a tat. We worked out a deal, I am just waiting for the containers to come to get started. That doesn’t help me right now though does it?
Well I do need to make it and test it, right?
I concoct a delicious and soothing recipe, and start mixing, it makes me feel magical and smart and sexy that I can create something that makes peoples skin soft and smell good, it makes me feel, after a day like today… that I am good at something, that maybe a little more, I need to remember that, I can’t be good at everything all the time. Sometimes I am going to make mistakes, but as long as I love what I am doing, it’s all good and tomorrow is a new day.
My skin will be soft, my beautiful tattoo will be a day more healed, my honey is coming to see me, and we have two whole days off together, I seriously can’t wait…
So tomorrow will be a better day…
I will be smart and confidant like I usually am…
I will embrace every second of the day because it is my FRIDAY tomorrow…I have switched days off from Friday and Saturday, to Wednesday and Thursday for the next little bit.
The final series for the Stanley Cup, starts on Wednesday night and my team is going to take it…in five, just watch.
So through the clusterfuck of Monday…I wish you a happy Tuesday my friends…
It’s been a good day.
Other than the stupid rain, which stopped me from taking the Mustang for a drive.
I stayed home and was lazy until it was time to get my tattoo. I needed a good me day :)
I went and got my tattoo at 2 o’clock…I love getting tattooed. It is a dangerous and permanent addiction :) Good thing I don’t have a lot of money.
The dragonflies turned out beautiful, exactly what I wanted. Kat keeps telling me that my sleeve is started, like I have a choice. Apparently I don’t. I do what they tell me to do, heheheheh. We had lots of laughs and a good visit as always, I have the finishing appointment on the 10th of June, I will get the shading done on the whole tattoo, and we are adding some swirly things in as well, I love it more all the time.
I just took the bandage off of the new tat, it is awesome, I might get him to add a bit more black around the wings I think, but it is still to early to tell what the finished product will look like until it heals a bit, also he is going to shade around the edges, so maybe it won’t need to be any darker than it already is.
Besides it isn’t up to me :) I get told what is going to happen…
I love it though, it is just what I envisioned.
I do owe him a good smack for the damn tape from the bandage though, that hurts more than getting the whole tattoo did. He put it underneath my freaking arm too, so when I pulled it off I was nearly crying. Bugger.
He will never make me cry tattooing me, but he might with the fucking bandage.
After I got my tat I felt the need for a new nail polish. Ya, I know…I have issues. I haven’t bought any since last summer, and my purple was nasty so I had to throw it away. I got me some new stuff that is super sexy. It actually might be even a little prettier than the color of my car is…
Only a little, but still…
Pretty is good…
I needed a day like today, because tomorrow, I am power washing my house. Talk about one extreme to the other. It needs to be done though. My house is just disgusting looking from the winter sludge that builds up when your house faces the North, and then, after I wash it, I am starting on the painting.
I am going to do the window sills first, and then Jacques said I could borrow their paint sprayer to do the main part of the house. I will take it in baby steps. The front part of the house will pretty much have to be done by hand. I have lots of time, I will do it wall by wall, day by day. The exact same way I am taking life right now :)
It feels good to be motivated, and know that everyday I am bettering myself and my life in anyway that I can. I don’t mind painting either, it is like mowing the lawn and meditation. It gives me time to think…who knows what crazy shenanigans I will come up with while I am working…
I guess you will just have to stay tuned for that :)
Happy Saturday my friends…
I haven’t been under the needle since last spring, and I am feeling like it’s time :)
I still have to get the shading done on the pixie on my back, but of course I want something else too!! I am thinking I will get a dragonfly on either my arm or on my back, not sure where yet…Jacques and I need to talk about it a bit…
Or should I say, he will just tell me what he is gonna do, cause he is the master, and I respect his opinion and have total faith in him. And really, he has the damn needle…so I just do what he
says.
I love this dragonfly tat…I have no idea who’s it is…I found it surfing one day, if it’s yours…send me your name and I will add it to the tat gallery :) I don’t know if I could incorporate this into what I have on my back now…but I LOVE it.
I am thinking that the black viney things in this pic would be cool in my tat to join it together more, I keep adding stuff and I don’t see any signs of that stopping anytime soon, so we need to somehow mix it all together.
I am also going to get the shading done to add some depth to my tat…it looks really cool when it has a 3D look to it.
I am probably going to need a couple of appointments…and I will need to come back when I move away. No point anyone else tattooing me at this point, I am a walking canvas of Frenchman Tattoo… he has done it all to up to now.
Update:
I had this blog saved as a future post, and since I wrote it, I have made two appointments one for the end of May ( like two weekends from now!!!) and one for the middle of June!! Whohoo…can’t wait to get in there :)
Weekend over, bummer…
Heading home to CR, back to work Sunday…
I have a showing Saturday at 1 pm. Now I told my agent when she called me on Wednesday that I wasn’t going to be home. There was going to be a medium to high chance that the house MAY not be as clean as usual.
Or at all.
I have threatened my kids with their lives. The house was spotless when I left. There is a 15 year old sleep over tonight, and the 20 year old whirling 
dervish has come in off of the boat. He is like Pigpen from Charlie Brown…he leaves a trail…of debris…everywhere.
Not kidding.
He gets that from my brother. My brother got all the musical talent. I got none. I got all the cleaning talent. He got none.
It works out.
Dylan is like my brother.
In many ways…
That is cool…but he is a slob. He doesn’t care. At all. He is good in his skin. At least that is clean.
But that doesn’t help with the cleaning of my house even a little bit. I just keep telling myself, they are buying the house, not the mess that the kids are surely making, it will be fine…they will understand.
I am also taking my Mustang back home after it being in storage at my Dad’s house for the last nine months…see this post for more info about that. I am insuring 100% that my house will sell.
Tomorrow.
I told my agent on Wednesday that I will see her on Saturday night when she brings me the offer. She was like what???? Until she clued in…giggled and said “ohhhhh, nice positive attitude, I will see you then!!”
She was the one that TOLD me to watch The Secret again…I did. She told me I had to be positive and sure I was going to sell it. I am.
Today, we drove past a house that I totally ADORE in Maple Ridge…and IT IS FOR RENT!!!! It is on 5 acres, the house is quite small, but totally redone, and it is around the corner and 5 minutes from Bill’s house. I love it…if it was meant to be, it will stay empty until next week. When I will know I am going to need somewhere to live, it is all falling into place.
And a job…well…
My tattoo artist and his wife are talking about opening a shop in Maple Ridge…they will need a manager. I want the job. We have talked, she knows…it was meant to be. That would be a dream job for me. And I kick ASS at organizing.
It might be an issue with not getting my entire body tattooed, but somehow I would have to find some self control. Ya right.
Like all of a sudden I have in my head, it is time to trade in my paid off truck. On a Mustang. A new one. Well not brand new…but I miss my ’04. I wouldn’t want a loan payment at all…I am now on the lookout.
Things are a changing. My truck will be hell in the city. It is so big and such a gas guzzler, not that a Stang won’t be, but hell…at least it’s a Stang…right?
I just won’t be able to take the kids anywhere…
The back seat of the Mustang is for pixies, with no legs.
Family outings are overrated, they can take the bus, and meet us there. They don’t ever want to go out in public with us anyway. Well Hannah still does, but you know in two years she won’t want to. We can just fold her up in the back until then. It will be fine, really.
She will understand, I might have to let her drive it once and a while, I am good with that. I am sure she will be able to drive better than any of the boys do. I will make sure she does. She will of course need her own Mustang one day, if she is into it. Which hopefully she will be. She is testing for her second degree black belt in Taekwondo in two weeks. She can do whatever the hell she wants…
I am good with that.
So I am heading back to the North Island…probably as you read. I will post pictures of the ride home if there is any photo opportunities worthy of stopping, hopefully it will be sunny, and not raining. If it is, I will just motor it on home, there will be nothing to see in the rain…move along.
This week is gonna be busy, I am selling a house, detailing and welcoming home my 67…I will have to start thinking about packing, and of course I have a job to go to. We should start amping up now, cause it is gonna start to get warm, I promise…my forecasting is better than the damn weatherman’s is. I am right more of the time. Seriously.
Hopefully wherever you are, wherever that may be is sunny and happy on this Saturday…
Tomorrow will be the beginning of the Super Sexy Sunday Linkup!!! So come on back and check it out…Happy Saturday folks!!
Peace ♥ Out…
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Peace ♥ Out…
