Bonding in a tattoo way?

Sissy, here is my latest. Mine and Tyler's second same stencil/place life affirming, bonding moment. It was the perfect tattoo for such a sad day. To go to a funeral for such a nice lad that was two years younger than Tyler, made me feel so completely grateful once again to have him in my life. I felt bad that I felt good having him stand next to me and be supportive during such a sad moment. All I could think about was how sad his mom must be. When I look at that wrist, all I can think about is how much love I have for my son. He can be a right arsehole sometimes, but he is such a huge part of my heart. My RR asked me "not to be one of those girls with tattoos on her arms". I was wondering why. Would I look that different than I already do? I like the fact that I can put something that I want, into my skin and it's ALL MINE. FOREVER.....It doesn't define who or what I am, it's just part of ME. I just felt like writing that. Now when I get the hearts on top I will be done............on the wrists. Then I'm gonna move back onto the back! I want to tie all the random tats together somehow - I feel like they are postage stamps stuck around in no order. So......how about big butterfly wings encompassing all the small ones into the wings? Then...fill it all in. Anyway, Sissy can't wait to see photo of yours! (don't mention mine, Mike either hasn't noticed or is taking the "high road" and saying nothing - like it best that way!

Hope your trip goes good, and you have fun and see lots of beautiful memories to come. Wish I was there trippin with ya!
Love and Kisses!

Tyler is doing so good in his EMT class YEAH!!
Note to self: ipod = download : I'm gonna run to you

Could you be loved and be loved?

Could you be loved and be loved?

Could you be loved and be loved?

Dont let them fool ya,Or even try to school ya! oh, no!

We've got a mind of our own,

So go to hell if what youre thinking is not right!

Love would never leave us alone,

A-yin the darkness there must come out to light.

Could you be loved and be loved? Could you be loved, wo now! - and be loved? (the road of life is rocky and you may stumble too,

So while you point your fingers someone else is judging you)Love your brotherman!(could you be - could you be - could you be loved? Could you be - could you be loved? Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?

Could you be - could you be loved? )Dont let them change ya, oh! -

Or even rearrange ya! oh, no!

We've got a life to live.

They say: only - only -Only the fittest of the fittest shall survive -Stay alive! eh!Could you be loved and be loved? Could you be loved, wo now! - and be loved? (you aint gonna miss your water until your well runs dry;No matter how you treat him, the man will never be satisfied.)

Say something! (could you be - could you be - could you be loved? Could you be - could you be loved? )Say something! say something!(could you be - could you be - could you be loved? )Say something! (could you be - could you be loved? )Say something! say something! (say something!)Say something! say something! (could you be loved? )Say something! say something! reggae, reggae!Say something! rockers, rockers!Say something! reggae, reggae!Say something! rockers, rockers!Say something! (could you be loved? )Say something! uh!Say something! come on!Say something! (could you be - could you be - could you be loved? )Say something! (could you be - could you be loved? )Say something! (could you be - could you be - could you be loved? )Say something! (could you be - could you be loved? )

Who's In Control?

I finally found some motivation (not sure where I happened upon it - think it had something to do with wanting to get out the sewing machine and couldn't cause all the other stuff ahead of the line). I am sure there is a way to reign in my OCD mind and put it to much better use than jumping all over the internet reading random blogs and looking at flights. Yes, it is after 2:00 am but alot has been accomplished....that has been waylayed for months. Sold a total of 5 books on ebay and listed more - for a total of 41 listings!! Yeah!! Cleared off a space in the office to actually sit at my desktop and Sammy can do homework. Yeah!! Opened an account on Etsy after months of deliberation on creating my own sight at a higher start up cost. Now just have to add pictures and descriptions. Yeah!! Bid on two Elance jobs - even tho I not totally sure what I'm doing on there......who knows..... AND last but not least blogged it! OK, sleep should be taking over very soon. Good job P.
http://www.pastperfection.etsy.com/

vAcA is REAL!!!!

Finally! The cards fell where they should have, pocket Aces....holla! CAN U SAY BBBB-bye? Forget "deserve" and how about "SERENITY NOW!" Yes, thank you Hopie for being on top of the deposit and all the emailing back and forth with the house. I am already tasting that Kalik on the plane! I can't fucking wait. Thank you to all my family who support my "girlz vAcA". I think I may have had a weak moment and given up if not. I love the beach, I cannot wait for another adventure to the island of Freedom, Eleuthera. I so need this to look forward to. Now I have two months to think about what I am going to pack. Back to booking the flight. HOLLA!!!!

Holy Sistahs!

I have always believed in writing in any form. I have always written, in some form or other - mostly in poetry. I stopped writing poetry after I stopped drinking. I thought it was the only way for my soul to truly shine through. Blogging, Facebook etc...has enabled me to release what is inside and not be afraid to go back and look at what I have written and NOT cringe. My sissy has so much courage.....I could not be prouder to say she is "my sister". She makes me feel like "anything" is possible. We have made so many changes, lived through so much adversity, experienced the world, been separated from extended family, met so, so many people and perhaps at times forgot how united we stand. I miss her more than anything and am always praying she is safe and remembers her "stranger danger". I know I am always in her thoughts and with fondness too boot! For this I am grateful. My BFF Hopie, is so like the little sister I never had. Hope laughs at all of my jokes. We are so in tune with each other we actually finish each others' sentences - weird! I can go to the bathroom at least 5 times and keep calling her back....and she gets it. I can cry and piss and moan about anything and she keeps coming back for more. I know I am old enough to be her mother, but she doesn't ever remind of that. She is the first person I call when ANYTHING happens. She accepts me when I am feeling, fat, ugly, pukey and even HAPPy!! If she has anything bad to say about me I would never know it. She is the only girl that I have ever known who had a childhood most similar to my sissy and mine. Posting October 2011 and I still feel the same :)

I Promise not to bash my husband....

Starting next year! I love. But I absolutely cannot have the same vacation conversation next year. It began as an "ANNUAL" vacation. And so it will continue.

THE SEA SHE LOVED

I used to dream my life would be

As picture perfect as the sea.

Rolling and waving upon the shore

without a care, I'd worry no more.

Then one day it dawned on me...

My life was nothing like the sea.

The waves did crash and roar with might

I did not fear the end in sight.

Don't follow me take not my hand

Heaven won't crumble like the sand.

I want to ebb as does the tide

My heart is stronger than my pride.

Soon I know that I'll be free

Me as One - with the sea.

The shells belong as does the beach

I am lost and out of reach.

Say a prayer and think of me

While I float within the sea.

I did not plan to be renown

As the lover you let drown.

Perri

I think I got them ole Kozmic Blues again.......

Get Your ASS to Bed

Get your fucking arse to bed P. What in the hell are you doing? Looking up flights like a travel agent, uh...minus the commission. H. I am gonna find a flight if it bloody well kills me. Oh yea, I am so gonna do this. I have started the ugly cycle of staying up way past and normal bedtime and not being able to wake up at a decent time, according to norms placed on peeps by "them". My beautiful ray of sunshine carved a triangle into my coffee table today. OMG!! Where the fuck is June Cleaver when you need her? This will be child #2 to carve into my furniture. Am I raising hoodlums or future "taggers". What happened to just keeping your feet off the table, now I have to worry about leaving a sharp object lying around? I am way, way too old for this. What next...burnt carpet? I keep thinking someone is gonna walk in the living room and yell at me for being up at a ridiculous hour. What could possibly be stopping me from crawling into my comfy bed and escaping all the thoughts racing around my psychotic brain? Money, school payments to Dad, refinancing responsibilities, collections, unemployment appeals, grocery lists, death and taxes. I'm mad, your mad, we're all mad here you know. What have I accomplished this weekend? Is tomorrow the day I will start on the treadmill? Sshhh.....is that someone creeping around? Inside or outside? 3:51 AM - odd movies on cable......creepy. Just one more overstimulating puff on a cigarette and I'm so in bed!

MY OWN ROOM

OK, I need to get to bed, seriously. I stay up wishing I could luxuriate in my VERY OWN surroundings - as in the middle of the fucking bed. I want to read - more than one book, I want them spread out around me. I want the light on. I want ALL of the pillows spread out behind me waiting to swallow me into sleep. I want to nod off without having to position my leg pillow, head pillow and hug pillow and two blankets PRIOR to "lights out". I am tired of fumbling in the dark for pills (to get to sleep), inhalers, water - you get the picture. What is so wrong with having one's own room. Let's face it, the majority of activity going on in the bedroom on a normal given night is Mike snoring and making other unmentionable noises. So if the action is say.....predictable or even annual (Valentines Day BJ - if you got me chocolates) what is the harm in having your own room?? When you have a sib...you are lucky to get your own room - you live for that time to have your "own" space with no imaginary line down the middle. Then you get a little tease of time with no man in your life and your are livin la vida loca in the middle of the bed! Yee Haw! Oops, did I forget to put in my marriage contract that I want my own room/as in bedroom. Yea, not a good start. BUT IT SHOULD BE!! BUYER BEWARE!!! You will never utter the word "privacy" again. EVER. FUCKING NEVER.
That's ok......Another hair off my chesty. Did I mention "FreeBreeze?" Yea, nother time.