Where does the time go? I don’t know, but I can tell you how it goes… fast!
Jason and I both have tattoos and both have talked about adding on to them off and on. That happens to many people with or without tattoos I know. Well recently we were discussing it again and I went the extra step of reaching out to my tattoo artist here in town. Not only did he have an opening for a consult Monday (last week), but also had an opening the next night for the real deal! Could this be a more perfect situation for a patient-impaired person such as myself? No.
The concept: I love to communicate. Talking, writing, anything that connects me to those around me. It’s how I cope, learn, and generally get through life. What better way to visually represent this than a quill. They are old, classy, aesthetically pleasing and something I found a quick peace with being on my body for the rest of my life.
The big difference: This tattoo was for me. And me only. I love all my other tattoos. I’ve loved them since the day I’ve gotten them, never had a second thought about having them (accept my foot tattoos in time of crisis in the bathroom where it is unfortunately obvious who I am… but that’s another story). However, they were each significant to me because they reminded me of someone dear to me. My Mom, my Sister and my Dad each contributed inspiration to my previous tattoos (willing or not… ahem… Dad). This one was all me. Which was surprisingly personal, emotional and extremely special.
The result? 1 freehand drawn quill which received immediate approval from me. 2 hours of tattooing and this…
My quill. Right forearm.
Being Sunday now… it has already peeled once and is close to looking “finished”. It has some itchy tendencies at the moment, but I love it.
Tuesday through Friday last week I spent trekking to Verona (just over an hour commute) to attend training at Epic. Through work I am going through the process of becoming certified in some software that they offer. 8 hours a day of training. Checking work email during that time. Learning all kinds of stuff and loving every minute of it. Lunch prepared by Epic’s master chef and cook staff daily. It was a mixture of luxury (location and food) and pain (melting my brain and pushing it to the limits). And the obvious discomfort of having to go to the bathroom every time there was a break to either brush my teeth and clean my invisalign braces or wash and treat my tattoo. I was feeling pretty high maintenance by the end of the week!
Training went really well and all my exams are scheduled during the next two weeks. I spent a good 8 hours at least this weekend studying at home. I enjoy learning. I have discovered that it really doesn’t matter what it is… the process of learning and troubleshooting is gratifying on a deep and soulful level.
I dig it.
Some fun decor at the Epic Campus
Oh, those darn book cases. I’ve been waiting and waiting for them to appear… be built… be purchased… flown by magic fairies… constructed by book elves… or pulled from someone’s buttocks…
And finally I caved and purchased 4 from Wal-Mart for a price that made it seem like a steal. Free shipping and super cheap price? Sold.
I ordered them on Wednesday evening and they arrived on Friday. Once again, for the patient-impaired this could not have been a more ideal situation. We put them together as soon as I got home (HE put them together while I watched and organized the screws into pretty little plastic organizers). Then he went off to hockey and I was left with the blank canvas of empty bookshelves to fill my time. His parting words were “don’t finish this all tonight babe…” Foolish. So foolish.
Several hours later, some good jams on the radio and finally my books seeing the light of day… and we have this wondrous masterpiece in our living room:
It looks a million times better in person, but it still makes me smile in this blurry little phone picture.
Today was not only Veterans Day, but also a day I decided to drive up to Milwaukee to surprise my sister with a visit. I got to hang out with my hilarious nieces, help everyone eat breakfast, get ready, catch up with my sister. Talk about how happy we are. Talk about how crazy babies can be. Took a bazillion funny pictures and just enjoyed each other’s company.
Getting ready is a team effort.
Note: The water did “accidentally” come on and new socks, shoes and tights were needed before we left.
Note: When Jason asked how my day was, I responded, “It was great, but I’m pretty sure my uterus shriveled up a little”. It was likely an over share, but there is nothing about trying to get a 2 year old and a 1 year old dressed, clean, dry, good smelling, with all their blankies, binkies, bottles and booties out of the door in under 1 hour that screams to me, “Wow, this is so cool… I’m going to go make one right now!”. Nope.
We all went out to lunch at Noodles and Company. This was a treat in itself because Lily is in a definite stranger-danger mode and wouldn’t eat when people walked, talked or seemed like they might do one of those things anywhere near her. Which made lunch not a reality for her at that time.
We spent the next few hours at the Johnson Creek outlet mall where the girls found a new fascination with the mannequins and my sister spent a good deal of time rolling them around to each mannequin so the girls could pet their hands. It was a little weird but kept them really quiet. So we approved.
We also got some free truffle samples. It’s good to know that at a very young age chocolate is important enough for them to each have a taste for something different. Lily likes white chocolate. Evie likes minty milk chocolate. I love them and their chocolate ways.
I may or may not have left with an obscenely large bag of chocolate that was on sale. I cannot confirm or deny this at this time… nom nom nom.
Wrapping up the wrap up…
There was more!
Jason and I had a lovely dinner out Thursday night that included sweet potato fries and a birthday shot for a friend.
Jason did win his hockey game on Friday night.
Saturday night we had dinner and drinks at the Grumpy Troll in Mount Horeb for my cousin’s 30th birthday party. During which I also ran into long lost friends Meghan and Misty. Who knew?
An important distinction between the phrase “lover butt” (cute) and “butt lover” (graphic and creepy) was made. They are not equivalent and the latter should not be used. Ever.
Our roommate who is so in love and so engaged found another place to live so shortly we will be without a renter for the first time since we have been dating. A whole new world of running around with free reign and clothes-optional evenings is in our future! (maybe or maybe not… but I like having the option)
And most importantly I got to have a lovely relaxing evening on the couch with my friend, lover, and pretty much one of my favorite people. AND I got to have wine, beer bread, cheese and honey… and some chocolates after a dinner of pizza burgers. I’m even jealous of my night and I experienced it!
Perfect beginning to a perfect evening.
I know there is still more… but I’ll save that deliciousness for another day! I hope your last week/weekend was full of really good stuff! Or at least not full of crappy stuff!