Dinky Ink

I might be having a mid-life crisis but I can't afford a sports car (or any kind of new car, come to think of it) so I think I am about to get
MY FIRST TATTOO.

I've always *sort of* thought I might get one someday, but it just hasn't been important enough for me to really think about.  I love looking at other people's tats ( NO REGERTS!) and I've seen some gorgeous work.

I think I'm going to start small though.
Fairly tiny.
Because really I do not like pain and also I have to be able to cover it up so that my mother doesn't see it and call me a slut like she did my sister that time my sister got her tongue pierced when she was 18.
#TrueStory.
#FamilyDysfunction

ANYWAY - I have picked out two, and this is going to be my first Tiny Tat (coin not included):

And then depending on how much I cry and/or scream and/or overdramatize the pain, maybe something similar to this in the future, only not on the shoulder (also coin not included):

That one might be too ambitious though. Maybe on my 50th birthday.

The bittersweet taste of April 19

**a re-post from a previous birthday**

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I sort of love this day -- it's my birthday.
I love the sweet birthday wishes from everyone; they make me smile and feel happy and warm and loved. Thank you all so much for that. It's the day I feel truly Grinchy...by which I mean my heart grows three sizes. (Oh, no worries, it will shrink back down in a couple of days and I'll be back in Curmudgeonland)

I sort of hate this day -- it's my birthday.
I am older but seldom wiser, crazier even without cats, and more GET OFF MY LAWN YOU LITTLE BASTARDS.
It also (and more importantly) marks the tragedy of the OKC bombing in 1995. All those lives lost needlessly, those children in the daycare...for what? Because some whackjob wanted revenge against the federal government. I believe in Hell and I am bloodthirsty enough to hope that McVeigh & Co rot there.
My kids were still in the NICU on April 19, 1995, and after the bomb went off, bomb threats were called in to the Children's Hospital and I nearly went out of my mind when one of the hospital administrators tried to explain why they were not (yet) evacuating. I couldn't even get down near the hospital to visit my babies that day.

But I am glad that people remember the tragedy and pay tribute. I'm glad that some of us still drive with our car headlights on in remembrance of those lost 168.

And I'm glad that people care enough to remember my birthday.

It's a happy-sad day.

The bittersweet taste of April 19

I sort of love this day -- it's my birthday.
I love the sweet birthday wishes from everyone; they make me smile and feel happy and warm and loved. Thank you all so much for that. It's the day I feel truly Grinchy...by which I mean my heart grows three sizes. (Oh, no worries, it will shrink back down in a couple of days and I'll be back in Curmudgeonland)

I sort of hate this day -- it's my birthday.
I am older but seldom wiser, crazier even without cats, and more GET OFF MY LAWN YOU LITTLE BASTARDS.
It also (and more importantly) marks the tragedy of the OKC bombing in 1995. All those lives lost needlessly, those children in the daycare...for what? Because some whackjob wanted revenge against the federal government. I believe in Hell and I am bloodthirsty enough to hope that McVeigh & Co rot there.
My kids were still in the NICU on April 19, 1995, and after the bomb went off, bomb threats were called in to the Children's Hospital and I nearly went out of my mind when one of the hospital administrators tried to explain why they were not (yet) evacuating.

But I am glad that people remember the tragedy and pay tribute. I'm glad that some of us still drive with our car headlights on in remembrance of those lost 168.

And I'm glad that people care enough to remember my birthday.

It's a happy-sad day.

MY BIRTHDAY VIDEO!

My dear friend Jami made this for my birthday... ENJOY. I sure as hell did.

How can turning 40 be bad with THESE?!??

OH EM GEE THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER AND IT ISN'T EVEN MY BIRTHDAY YET!

Got my killa bunny slippers, which are made of awesome.
And today?

Got one of my all time top five favorite movies from someone who loves and appreciates it too:


And also?
If there was a prize for Biggest Supporter And Good-Thought Thinker Ever, it would have to go to my dear friend Steph, who sent me THIS AMAZING AND MARVELOUS PIECE OF ART:


*sigh*
My life could NOT be any better right now. I don't even have the words to say thank you. Except...well, THANK YOU!

So if you'll excuse me, I have toys to play with, a golden lasso to wrap around my daughter to make her tell the truth, and an awesomely clever movie to watch.

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

To date, the best birthday present EVAR!
Okay, my birthday's not until the 19th...but they CAME EARLY.
Totally not my fault. :)

They're soft and furry, they're cozy and squishy and warm...

MY NEW BUNNY SLIPPERS!
(and OH EM GEE how CANKLE-Y do I look from that angle??)




Awww look, it's just a cute fuzzy bunny!




What?! AAAARRRRGGGGHH!!




DEATH AWAITS YOU ALL WITH NASTY, BIG, POINTY TEETH!



Thank you so, so much DeeJay!! You're my hero.
XOXOX