I don’t recollect how I felt about tattoos as I was younger. My grandfather had some from the navy- but that is what they did, and my female cousin, that I adore, has had a couple for a while. But, when my husband told me several years ago he wanted one, my only thought was “But what will our future kids’ friends’ parents think about us?” As if it would shoot us to a different class of people and change our personalities.
Well, “little miss-priss” got a tattoo!
However, I am a complex individual, and being the “me” that I am, I did a lot of thinking and a little consulting with those whose opinions I valued prior to the deed…. Mommy said- whatever you want to do, you are a big girl. Daddy said- you haven’t done too many stupid things in your life, if you need this one thing to feel like a rebel then so be it. I also sought anything from the bible. I know the body is a temple, but I am not going to be hypocritical enough to dye my hair, get fake nails, wear make-up and tan, and think a tattoo is defacing.
It was a personal choice and I went with. And, I am pleasantly surprised how many people I know have one/some too…. It is art.
So my husband and I have been inked for about 8 months and are still feeling good about it. My tattoo is on the top of my right, about the size of a dollar coin. It can be easily covered by shoes when professionalism is necessary, but oh so adorable with a strappy pair of sandals or pumps!
It seems that the days when tattoos were only for sailors and biker babes are gone. Today they have become pretty trendy…I will take no offense….What are your views on tattoos?
RIP Mr. Marc Kitty
Please let me begin by saying, I love animals. Love them! But incidents happen...and it is always good to have a friend there to support you through those incidents.......
This weekend at the very beginning of our "Girls Night Out," a black kitty kitty runs, NO, darts out in front of my car. This is a fairly quiet road now- nobody within sight in front of me, nobody behind.....the road was clear except for us, SO this damn feline was using me and my Ford to end his life! I tried my best to not aid this suicidal kitty...really I did all I could do......
Swerve-Bu-Bump. Urgghhhh. I was mortified. I AM NOT A CAT KILLER! (But I sort of am.) My gal pal had only been in the car with me for half of a minute and I have already committed cat-slaughter with my automobile. So many things going through my head.......JUST MORTIFIED! I said "I didn't mean to...OMG.....I am not a bad person...I can not believe I ran over him.....I promise." I stopped the car, looked back, and wishfully asked, "Is he getting up?" She consoled me and insisted there was nothing I could do. Pointed out it was dusk and he was black. She said that at least he was no longer a starving stray. She put a silver lining to the situation. Though tragic, It was not going to completely damper the evening. I thanked her. She explained that is what friends are for......ahhhh. Love me some friends- without her I probably would have teared up beyond vision and hit who knows what the rest of the way home.
We decided that since we were on Marquette Road, we would name the kitty Marc. -----RIP Marc-----
We shall honor him with a drink and verbal memorial: Mr. Marc Kitty, You were a dear cat with sleek legs and good taste in cars......sigh.
This weekend at the very beginning of our "Girls Night Out," a black kitty kitty runs, NO, darts out in front of my car. This is a fairly quiet road now- nobody within sight in front of me, nobody behind.....the road was clear except for us, SO this damn feline was using me and my Ford to end his life! I tried my best to not aid this suicidal kitty...really I did all I could do......
Swerve-Bu-Bump. Urgghhhh. I was mortified. I AM NOT A CAT KILLER! (But I sort of am.) My gal pal had only been in the car with me for half of a minute and I have already committed cat-slaughter with my automobile. So many things going through my head.......JUST MORTIFIED! I said "I didn't mean to...OMG.....I am not a bad person...I can not believe I ran over him.....I promise." I stopped the car, looked back, and wishfully asked, "Is he getting up?" She consoled me and insisted there was nothing I could do. Pointed out it was dusk and he was black. She said that at least he was no longer a starving stray. She put a silver lining to the situation. Though tragic, It was not going to completely damper the evening. I thanked her. She explained that is what friends are for......ahhhh. Love me some friends- without her I probably would have teared up beyond vision and hit who knows what the rest of the way home.
We decided that since we were on Marquette Road, we would name the kitty Marc. -----RIP Marc-----
We shall honor him with a drink and verbal memorial: Mr. Marc Kitty, You were a dear cat with sleek legs and good taste in cars......sigh.
The car is no place for religious advertising....
I love me some Jesus, yet have my faults as all other Christians, and everyone else for that matter.....I am here to openly admit I have a tid tad tiny little speck of road rage. Aware of this, I am not about to promote my Christianity via my car, because I promise you- I am going to cut you off if you will not let me over and I will stare your crazy self down if you are acting as if you got your drivers licence from a cracker jack box- and I do not want you to hold my Lord accountable for my automobile actions.
The little Christan fish on the back of peoples cars, look for them.....those are the first people to screw you over on the interstate -and I think it is such bad advertising.
If you are a christian and you are proud of it- more power to you! But if you can not act in this capacity, "be christian in the car", then rethink the little fish, the crown of thorns decal, and the "My father is a Jewish Carpenter" bumper sticker, because if you are a selfish driver than you are not bringing much light to the world. I am proud of my faith- but I am not about to put the weight of the religion on my driving skills and have people judge it based on my impatience to yield to someone going slower than molasses.
Is this road rage thing something I am working on? Yes. I will not flip you off, even if you truly have gone above and beyond to deserve it, I have grown from that. I do pray for patience on a daily basis. But my patience is also tested on a daily basis.....usually between I-20 and 55. I stumble with my thoughts and I stumble with my words. I do not want to make you stumble even further with your thoughts because I pissed you off AND I have that little fish on my car.
WWJD? Probably Walk!
The little Christan fish on the back of peoples cars, look for them.....those are the first people to screw you over on the interstate -and I think it is such bad advertising.
If you are a christian and you are proud of it- more power to you! But if you can not act in this capacity, "be christian in the car", then rethink the little fish, the crown of thorns decal, and the "My father is a Jewish Carpenter" bumper sticker, because if you are a selfish driver than you are not bringing much light to the world. I am proud of my faith- but I am not about to put the weight of the religion on my driving skills and have people judge it based on my impatience to yield to someone going slower than molasses.
Is this road rage thing something I am working on? Yes. I will not flip you off, even if you truly have gone above and beyond to deserve it, I have grown from that. I do pray for patience on a daily basis. But my patience is also tested on a daily basis.....usually between I-20 and 55. I stumble with my thoughts and I stumble with my words. I do not want to make you stumble even further with your thoughts because I pissed you off AND I have that little fish on my car.
WWJD? Probably Walk!
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