WellI finally did it. I got the tattoo I’ve been wanting. Two blue hearts and a pink heart. For each of my kids. Just below my wrist joint on the inside, so basically the very end of my inside forearm.

I was nervous that it was going to look like shit – the tattoo artist I wanted to have do it wasn’t there and I didn’t call ahead to make an appointment with him, so I knew I was taking a big gamble right there. But it turned out just as I wanted. So that’s awesome.

Funny thing, our friend who owns the shop actually showed up right before I was about to get my tattoo. He is opening a new shop within walking distance (like 2 doors away or something) and my husband left with him to go look at it. I was kind of pissed that my husband left me there to get my first tattoo all by myself, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as I’d thought it’d be. Our friend came to the back where I was getting tattooed mid-way through the session and asked how much they were charging me. “The minimum,” the Artist replied. (Which is $75.) Our friend replied, “I’ll pay your cut – give it to her.” So that was super awesome! I totally did not expect that one bit.

So not only did I get my first tattoo, but it was free (for me anyway)! My husband is kind of paying for it becuase he’s actually going to work on getting the new shop built. So that’s really cool. I’m hoping that he will take pictures, I want him to start taking pictures of his work for a portfolio/work gallery to show customers. He does really awesome work and 95% of all the work he does is super custom work, not your average run-of-the-mill stuff. Plus all the pictures he has are residential so having some commercial work proof will do him some good.

I wanted to hit the gym this morning but I feel a bit dead to the world, so I think I may just go out and buy my son his birthday present instead. I have to be at my mom’s church no later than noon to pick them up, and it’s 9 already.

Over and out!



Wow, it’s a nice 64° right now!

I hardly know what to do with myself – I was able to go to work today without fifteen layers of clothing.

I hate my husband, because I’m a cunt and he hates me.

I was sleeping so good for the first time in ages. Then G Allie kicked Mike in the face, he woke up and screamed at her, I put her back to bed, he said he was going to be “one pissed off MFer if he can’t go back to sleep,” I said “oh my God,” and he cut off what I was saying by rolling over, pressing his hand over my entire face, screaming his head off, and says that I’m “a fckn C&$! And I hate you!” I just want to kill him right now!!! Maybe I should turn on the TV, that’s what he does to me when he can’t sleep!

Why do I even bought being nice to him? Why? All I want to do is cry! He is so mean! So evil! So hateful!

Water Fast

I’ve decided to start a 10 day water fast. I’ll start tomorrow and go through Valentine’s Day… then slowly reintroduce myself. Then I’m hoping the kids and Husband will go out of town for the last week of February and I’ll be able to do a short 3 to 4 day fast.

I’ve had absolutely no appetite lately so this should be a piece of cake.

I’ll do a daily update and update the posts.

The Things We Need

When it comes time to buy a house, there’s that list you make. You know what I’m talking about – the “Must Haves” and the “Must Have-Nots” along with that long list of “Bonus Points.”

Well, I’m starting to figure out that we just don’t need some things. So I’m crossing them off the list.

Must Haves
Kitchen with natural light
Dining Room we can do the eat-in kitchen. In fact, I’d prefer that.
4+ Bedrooms
2+ Bathrooms
Pantry no need to buy extra stuff we don’t need
Living Room
Deck/Nice Patio (or nice area for patio)
2+ Car Garage
Large Backyard (Over 60′ in one direction)
Two stories
Quiet subdivision

Must Have-Nots
Busy Street
Small backyard
Bad neighborhood

Bonus Points
Fenced in yard
Separate building/garage apartment
Attached Storage
Large Driveway
Dead-end or cul-de-sac


I have a dentist appointment in two days. I’m feeling anxious about it to say the least. I hate going to the dentist. That’s why I’ve avoided it for the past 6 years, using the fact I had no dental coverage to save me from going. Well, now I have dental coverage and I have mustered up the courage to make the appointment. I made this appointment a month ago, so there’s no excuses.

I was going to tell them as soon as I got there to not even think about poking me with that awful sharp poker tool they shove up in your teeth. I’m scared to death that the damn thing will get stuck every single time.

I’m trying to get over that fear though.

They say the best way to get over something is to face it head-on, right?

Well, that’s what I’ve decided to do. I’ve decide to go in there on Wednesday with my fear in my back pocket, ready to pull out at a moment’s notice. But I’d rather just keep it back there. So, we shall see.

Wish me luck – I may need it to get out of there alive!

I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything.

This year is filled with so many amazing yet terrifying things it’s nearing ridiculousness.

So, I have turned on Katy Perry’s Prism and I’m going to keep on workin’.

The plan is for Husband and Kids to move this summer and get settled.

I will finish up the house and get it on the market to sell.

After it sells I’ll stay with either my parents or sister (preferably my sister’s couch) or rent a studio apartment.

The only things we’re bringing are bathroom stuff, toys that Husband and I decide to keep, clothes.

All the dishes, furniture… everything is going to be sold and what doesn’t sold is going to be thrown into the alley.

I’m very excited for this change.

It’ll be very good for my entire family – it’s what we need.


The scary part is change.

What’s the deal with change?

Why are we so damn scared of it?

I’m going to think of this the way Lifehaker says to:

“Think of change like a software upgrade.”

We’ll get through this – as scary as it is.

We’re a great team.

I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar.

Louder, louder than a lion.

Cause I am a champion,

And you’re gonna hear me roar.

You’re gonna hear me roar.

Kristin Lindberg