I’m still about. So many things have happened. I’ve missed writing, and interacting with everyone. To tide you over for just a bit. A bee
I want to thank The Mommy Chronicles for nominating me. I always enjoy reading her posts about bringing up her little brown baby. Her posts are always entertaining and thoughtful. You can tell the true love only a mother can have for her child.
The Versatile Blogger Award Rules:
- Thank the person who gave you this award.
- Include a link to their blog.
- Tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.
- Select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly and nominate them for the award.
And if you need to know more about the Versatile Blogger Award… Have a boo here….
Ok so seven things about me…
- I’m an Auntie 8 times over.. 5 nieces and 3 nephews, they range in age from 23 to 5. They mean the world to me
- I collect VW memorabilia.. Old adverts, dinky cars, etc
- The only job I’ve ever wanted, was to be a mum. Nothing could be finer
- I have about 80hrs of tattoo work on my body. I’m itching for more
- I wish I lived closer to my family, I miss them
- I’m like a crow, I get distracted easy. Oooh pretty…
- I have an addiction to shows on AMC
Now the 15 Bloggers that I would LOVE to nominate.
- Stay home PaPa
- Birth in Joy
- Can I keep you
- Happiest baby in the world
- Abi at Play
- Boof & Monk-Monk
- Photo Q
- Chopping Potatoes
- Sixtine and the little things
Gosh sorry it took so long to get this posted and nominate all you lovelies. I had it all ready. But somehow it didn’t save and I lost it all. And of course I cured the hell out of this computer…
But now done and done
Oh God how I miss getting tattoos. It’s been one year and just over two months. And yes I do know to the date when my last one was. I spent the last four years getting tattooed.
Tattoos are my therapy, and I could use some right about now…. Now I know you are shaking your head, asking how it can be therapy. The pain, which is relative. The constant drone of the tattoo gun.
Let me explain…..
First I’m a Gemini, yeah I know who cares. But it comes into play here. My mind is always going. I’m analyzing and re over analyzing everything. Looking at every side of each thing. It feels sometimes that it never shuts the
fuck hell up. It always takes me forever to get to sleep. I’m always going over the day. This is not good when you have a child, who is a boob hungry monster at night.
I came across mummamayhem’s post today. And I found myself cursing this woman. I don’t even know her, and I hated her today. She just got this amazing tattoo on her foot. And I was screw you and your new tattoo. I want one, I need one… Damn you breastfeeding child (whom I love dearly) This is what got me thinking about how much I miss them.
I had an appointment to finish my right sleeve. It was all planned out, I was super excited to finally get it DONE. Then I found out I was up the duff with my wee one. And of course they wont tattoo the pregnant lady.
But… But… I protested. technically I was pregnant when I got my last one.. No amount of begging and pleading worked sniff sniff. So appointment cancelled.
Back to why it is my therapy… It really is the ONLY time that my brain just stops. You really can’t think of anything else… My artist use to hate me. I would fall asleep on him. When clearly I was supposed be entertaining him. Sure there are a few spots on the body that do make you cringe. But I love getting tattooed. I actually like the pain. Read into that what you will. Every one of my tattoos mean something. Or came at a particular time in my life. It’s art and beautiful, and tells a story.
So until the wee one decides that I’m no longer the milk factory. The therapy will wait, the arm will stay unfinished. As much as I miss it, I have a greater duty right now. To feed my lovely wee one
So all of you that are getting tattoos, send pictures and let me live through you.
I use to take a lot of pictures, it was something that I
loved love to do. I wouldn’t say I’m particularly good at it. Few would argue me on that statement I’m sure. I’m more the non moving type of photographer. Landscapes, architecture, things like that. If I could take everything in black and white I would. Something that I just love about black and white photographs. Just a touch of mystery to it. I grew up loving Ansel Adams.
he is a God to me. His work inspired me to start taking pictures. And I also blame him for me not being able to take a decent photo of people. It angers me to no end. I’ve tried everything to manage a good shot, to no avail. I have a picture in my head, I push the shutter. And WAMOOO, turns out like shit.
But since the wee one was born, the pictures I take are of her. I hope that when she gets older, or soon. I can get back to it. And again it’s shit that I can’t take brilliant picture of her… Ok being hard on myself as per. They are not all bad that I’ve taken of her.
I think from time to time I’ll post one or two of things I’ve done. Remind me of who I am from time to time. I tend to forget recently.