10 August, 2011
I'm Such a Facebook Addict!
I think I will admit; I am a Facebook addict. Seems like everytime I'm off work, I get on Facebook. It has turned me into an addict, haha. But, (funny seems like I always say that!) Facebook is a social network, and as much as it seems to run our lives; it has so much drama! Don't get me wrong, Facebook itself is definitely isn't drama; it's the people. I use Facebook for checking up on my friends and play games, I'm totally in love with Frontierville. I had to take a "break" while I was writing this post on paper just so I could check my frontier! Glad you can't play it on your phone or that would be the end for me! At least I'm not getting in any trouble, that's all that matters right?
09 August, 2011
Tattoos are Addicting!
Remember back when you were little an dyou got the fake tattoos?
Do you remember when you were a teen and swore up and down that you were getting a real tat? Then your parents/gaurdians, and/or friends talked you out of it?
Are you smiling cause you remember or thinking I'm just crazy? Did you get one?
I'm one of those kids and my own promise to myself came through, ha ha. It was during tax season and I had been debating on a tattoo since I was around thirteen (young I know right?) Needless to say, I was ready for a tattoo and I was determined to get one . There was only one question that stood in the way, what was I going to get? I had looked from stars to butterflies to paw prints to wolves. How was I suppose to choose, I was all over the place! I looked for days and finally found the one. It was like a new bride finding the perfect dress. I automatically fell in love with it; I knew it was what I wanted and I knew where I wanted it, on my right. By now, I know what you're thinking-- well what does this tattoo look like?
And here it is! Like I said, it;s the original that I printed off the internet. So, my boyfriend and I drove all the way to Memphis, Tennessee for this; our original guy wasn't working and I really, really wanted this tat. Just a little FYI, it was not my idea to go to Memphis; it was my boyfriend's, Kelly, idea. When we got down there and to the studio, I had to control my excitement. The artist was already working on someone so I took no time getting myself ready to be next. I showed the girl up front the picture, how big I wanted, and that I wanted color. She went back to talk to the artist and she soon came back and told me that it would have to be a little bit bigger. That was not my idea of a first tattoo; at least not that big. After waiting for about an hour, it was finally my turn! What I thought would take forty-five minutes to an hour, turn into two hours! Forty-five minutes just for the outline! While he was doin the outline I was shaking really bad. Not for the reason I know you are thinking; I was cold! So the guy said we would take a ten minute break long enough for me to warm up an dhe could smoke a cigarette. When we started again, all that was left was the shading and coloring. Now you're wondering, how would shading and coloring take so long? Honestly I don't know, ha ha; but it took at least another hour to do it. I wish I had a picture during but my phone was lost and the pictures are gone of the tattoo of the 'during' and right after it was done. Good news, I have a picture of it five months later.
I'm absolutely still in love with my tattoo! I've already caught myself looking at designs for another one. Although, I done told myself my nextone was going to be of my first kid; I believe what everyone has told me, tattoos are very addicting!
Do you remember when you were a teen and swore up and down that you were getting a real tat? Then your parents/gaurdians, and/or friends talked you out of it?
Are you smiling cause you remember or thinking I'm just crazy? Did you get one?
I'm one of those kids and my own promise to myself came through, ha ha. It was during tax season and I had been debating on a tattoo since I was around thirteen (young I know right?) Needless to say, I was ready for a tattoo and I was determined to get one . There was only one question that stood in the way, what was I going to get? I had looked from stars to butterflies to paw prints to wolves. How was I suppose to choose, I was all over the place! I looked for days and finally found the one. It was like a new bride finding the perfect dress. I automatically fell in love with it; I knew it was what I wanted and I knew where I wanted it, on my right. By now, I know what you're thinking-- well what does this tattoo look like?
And here it is! Like I said, it;s the original that I printed off the internet. So, my boyfriend and I drove all the way to Memphis, Tennessee for this; our original guy wasn't working and I really, really wanted this tat. Just a little FYI, it was not my idea to go to Memphis; it was my boyfriend's, Kelly, idea. When we got down there and to the studio, I had to control my excitement. The artist was already working on someone so I took no time getting myself ready to be next. I showed the girl up front the picture, how big I wanted, and that I wanted color. She went back to talk to the artist and she soon came back and told me that it would have to be a little bit bigger. That was not my idea of a first tattoo; at least not that big. After waiting for about an hour, it was finally my turn! What I thought would take forty-five minutes to an hour, turn into two hours! Forty-five minutes just for the outline! While he was doin the outline I was shaking really bad. Not for the reason I know you are thinking; I was cold! So the guy said we would take a ten minute break long enough for me to warm up an dhe could smoke a cigarette. When we started again, all that was left was the shading and coloring. Now you're wondering, how would shading and coloring take so long? Honestly I don't know, ha ha; but it took at least another hour to do it. I wish I had a picture during but my phone was lost and the pictures are gone of the tattoo of the 'during' and right after it was done. Good news, I have a picture of it five months later.
I'm absolutely still in love with my tattoo! I've already caught myself looking at designs for another one. Although, I done told myself my nextone was going to be of my first kid; I believe what everyone has told me, tattoos are very addicting!
01 August, 2011
The Little Calf that Could!
Why is this titled 'The Little Calf that Could!'? Well, better tell the story!
By some very unfortunate event, my friend's family (I might as well say my family too!) has 'adopted' a calf. Before we got the poor thing, she was attacked by dogs! The calf suffered a broken jaw, horrendous leg injuries, and wasn't fed properly. you just wanted to cry at the sight of her. We got her home and immediately started tending to her. She had, and stll has, to be bottle fed and it was extremely difficult for her to suck on the bottle because of her jaw. We've given her shots and sprayed her legs to help with the healing process.
It's been almost a month.....
And her jaw is healed, even though she looks funny since it didn't heal back right. Three of her legs are completely healed and her fourth leg is just now beginning to have hide on it. It will most likely take a while longer for the fur to grow back. Too bad we're not keeping her or I'd name her Lucky, or Fat Cow 'cause she's also gotten fat and looking like she should!
Get now why I titled this 'The Little Calf that Could!'?
By some very unfortunate event, my friend's family (I might as well say my family too!) has 'adopted' a calf. Before we got the poor thing, she was attacked by dogs! The calf suffered a broken jaw, horrendous leg injuries, and wasn't fed properly. you just wanted to cry at the sight of her. We got her home and immediately started tending to her. She had, and stll has, to be bottle fed and it was extremely difficult for her to suck on the bottle because of her jaw. We've given her shots and sprayed her legs to help with the healing process.
It's been almost a month.....
And her jaw is healed, even though she looks funny since it didn't heal back right. Three of her legs are completely healed and her fourth leg is just now beginning to have hide on it. It will most likely take a while longer for the fur to grow back. Too bad we're not keeping her or I'd name her Lucky, or Fat Cow 'cause she's also gotten fat and looking like she should!
Get now why I titled this 'The Little Calf that Could!'?
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