Sage and Sass

Sage and sassy wanderings of a curious mind.

Same sex marriage??? The hell you say! May 10, 2012

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I tried to avoid this subject, I really did.  I pressed “LIKE” on the posts that were poignant and non-committal on Facebook.  I respected my pentecostal friends opinions and did not voice my own.  I noted in my head who agreed and disagreed.  I laid in bed last night and felt ashamed.  I mentioned it to my husband while quietly stewing in bed.  And then I woke up this morning.

The first thing my daughter said to me was “Mom, you gotta look at this post.”  What she showed me was a post a very dear teenage friend of ours had written.  It was a simple message about President Obama’s endorsement of same-sex marriage.  His respect for him has risen because of it.  This young man is a normal teen, he get’s into trouble like any other, he spouts off nonsense and gives his fair share of grief.  However, he is well versed in his politics.  He does not take things lightly and he goes looking for factual answers when he has a question.  He does not make decisions lightly.  In the three years I have been away from him I have watched him grow from a boy into a well-rounded, intelligent young man via Facebook.  His mother is like a sister to me.  She has done a wonderful job, often alone, of raising her children.  Today is living proof of that.  As I read his post my daughter answered the question in my head.  Why was she so shocked by his post?

“Now read what his dad wrote.”  She said obviously shocked and distraught.

So I did.  I was appalled by the venom in this man’s posts.  You can imagine.  Every slur he could think of was thrown at his son.  Along with the threat that if he did not stop his nonsense he would disown him as his son.  He felt his son was shaming his name by spouting “this kind of bulls**t”.  When the son asked him “what gave him the right to tell another how to live their life just because he didn’t agree”, the posts became more direct.  He told his son that if he wanted to listen to rap music, that was ok.  If he wanted to shoot guns and ride dirt bikes that was ok, but if he wanted to be a “faggit” (his spelling) then he would dis-own his arrogant little ass in less than a second.  No seed of his was gonna be or support this cause.

At this point the son’s sister asked a question about him disowning his son over it.  She was told “not to start her s**t”.  And this is where I became proud, well more proud, of my young friend.  He very calmly and respectfully told his dad that although he is not gay, he does support the cause and he will not back down.  He said his dad could disown him if he liked but that he would still carry on his name, like it or not.  He said his kids would learn tolerance, how to love their neighbors and be the best people they could be.  He said he was working on this now himself, learning to be a man and not a bigot, racist or homophobe.

The response he got?  “This s**t is not funny at all—and if any of my children were to be gay, they would no longer be my children,,,they would just be another fag”.  My friend tried again.  He said all he was doing was asking people to be kind to each other.  He made references to Jesus and His commandments to treat each other fairly no matter our differences.  That we are here to help each other and learn compassion.  He did express sorrow at his dads narrow-mindedness, but really at this point who could blame him? His dad responded with a whole slew of his perceived ills in the world that were caused by people being broad-minded. Among them were the collapse of the Garden of Eden and Rome, “napollians” reign, and the United States as we know it now.  Are you as confused as I am?  He claimed his was not a racist opinion, it was cold hard truth and he better realize this because it would vastly affect not only my friends future but also his children’s future.  Dear God, let’s hope so!  And thank you for not letting this fathers opinion not sway his own children.

Now you would think this would be enough wouldn’t you?  It wasn’t.  In response to my friends argument for being more like Jesus and spreading tolerance the father then made an extremely crude remark regarding Jesus and the homosexual act that was highly inappropriate and really has nothing to do with the original argument.  This prompted his daughter to post what I was thinking in a milder form.

She said, “I hope I don’t turn out like you as a parent.”

Amen to that sista.  When someone commented on how calm my friend stayed, his reply was priceless.

He said, “He’s still my dad though, and I love him.  No matter the different opinions.”

And so you should my friend, so you should.

So here I am writing about an issue that has been weighing heavy on my heart and mind.  Up until now I have straddled the fence.  Loving and supporting my gay friends and family but not loudly.  In my heart I am in, one hundred percent because I feel it is God’s place, not mine to judge and honestly I don’t see the difference.  And before my religious friends try to convince me I am committing some great sin in saying this, please stop and think.  I am not a person who comes to decisions lightly.  I weigh them heavily, I pray, I meditate.  I have a very close relationship with my God.  It may not fit your criteria but it doesn’t have to.  I don’t answer to you.  I don’t feel the need to agree with all of your opinions or expect you to agree with mine.  So love me, pray for me, disown me if you must.  I will still love you.

I believe that every person on the planet should have the same rights, including the right to marry and live in open harmony with their chosen mate.  I believe in Separation of Church and State.  I believe if there is no separation then no ones rights are safe.  If you give permission to make laws based on one persons religion then you are subject to that same fate if someone of a different religion comes into power.  Remember that the next time you want to withhold a right from someone.  I also believe that if everyone followed the basic commandments of the bible, they would not have time to be making this an issue.

To my young friend, you know who you are…thank you for having the courage to stand up for your beliefs.  It gave me the courage to stand up for mine.  I love you.



PS – In the aftermath of this post you would expect this young friend would be on other threads talking about it to his friends, possibly saying all the things he really wanted to say right?  Want to know what he is really doing?  Researching the history of marriage so he can better understand.  We need more people like this.  That is the world I want to live in.


Medical marijuana versus recreational marijuana or “just trust God”. January 27, 2012

Hi, my name is Sam, and I smoke weed…legally.  Does this statement infuriate you?  Does it call into question my relationship with God?  Does it make it my fault that you have loved ones who have abused drugs?  Apparently, there are some people who would say yes to those statements.

I don’t even really know where to begin with this one.  It all started with a Facebook post.  A young friend made a comment about the medical marijuana bill being brought up in Kansas.  Her statement was, in my opinion, confusing the issue of legalizing marijuana across the board and the issue of making it legal medicinally.  I made a comment imploring her to really study the issue and educate herself before voting down something that has had such an impact on my life.  I did not try to force her to change her thinking to mirror mine.  I simply asked her to research the issue and offered to answer any questions regarding my experience.  I think, regardless of anyones personal opinion, that this is a valid request.  We have a responsibility to know every possible benefit/detriment to the votes we cast before we cast them.

The ensuing posts were disturbing to me.  One person who disagreed with my post, and keep in mind, I am completely open to people disagreeing with me, simply could not separate the two issues.  I am fairly convinced due to his responses that he is coming from a place of hurt and disappointment.  I can relate to that, I can understand that but I do not understand the need to attack the person who has a different opinion and place question about their faith in God because of it.

My question to him after his argument, was I thought, well thought out, reasonable and deserved to be answered.  This person has a son with type I Diabetes, just like me.  I asked him if his son were in the same situation I was (which is possible since mine is a side effect of type I Diabetes) and had gone four years trying everything modern medicine had to offer with little relief and debilitating side effects and the suggestion of medicinal marijuana were made and proved to be an answer to the problem and gave his son back his life, would he deny him that treatment?  He did not answer this question, he did not do any research, he used his personal experience with people who use illegal drugs recreationally to justify his reasoning.

He referred to humans being able to justify anything.  I have nothing to justify, the facts speak for themselves.  I went thru every possible solution with no relief.  Medicinal marijuana fixed the problem and gave me my life back, legally.  How is that justifying illegal drug use?  He cited his sister as having died from a long life of pot and prescription  drug use.  Well which one killed her?  Either way I am betting there were other mitigating factors and abuse of the drugs in question.  How does my using it in a responsible and medicinal way in any way justify her choices?  He compared his son who is using pot illegally and recreationally as having the same belief about it as I do.  I find that offensive, I in no way shape or form endorsed illegal drugs, be it pot or any other, so how can you compare my beliefs to his?  He ended by saying “so no excuses please.  You believe what you want.  I would seek God for the truth.”  Previously in the thread he had said that “as for chronic pain, they should be looking to what is causing it.  Something we are doing to ourselves is the cause of the pain.  God is our healer anyway.”  What does that mean exactly?  That I did something to cause my type I Diabetes?  Something I am doing is causing the debilitating flare-ups?  God is punishing me?  What does that mean?

There are so many things I could say about this.  I am struggling to keep emotion out of it because I believe in facts, I believe in experience, I believe God gives us the means to help ourselves.  I believe sitting around just waiting for God to heal you is contradictory to the bible.  I believe in healing, I believe in prayer, I believe in God.  I believe that before you judge me on whether or not I am following God regarding my health that you should know what I went thru, what I go thru on a daily basis.  I believe you should know how much time I spent on my knees in prayer regarding whether or not to try the medical marijuana.  I believe you should know that what God has planned for you may not be what he has planned for me.  I believe placing me in the same category as people who use marijuana illegally is ignorant.

Here’s the thing, I have a hard time believing God has a problem with marijuana, seeing as how He created it, we have receptors in our brain for it, it is most beneficial in its natural form and it has so many medical benefits that are being scientifically documented as we speak.  Obviously the laws are not working or the person in question’s son would not be smoking pot illegally right?  But again, that is not the issue at hand.  Medical Marijuana laws and legalizing pot across the board are two different issues.

All I am asking is that the people of Kansas or any other state that has the issue coming up for election, do the research.  Be rational and open-minded to the facts and research.  Do some studying on the history of marijuana, why it is illegal, what the ramifications of medical marijuana being available or denied are.  Make up your mind from an open and educated place.  Not from ignorance or personal experience with a pothead who is irresponsible.  Please.  Would you vote to make alcohol illegal because your uncle was a drunk who beat his wife?  Probably not.  I would hope you would make that decision based on a broader experience than that.  Would you vote to outlaw prescription narcotics because your aunt abused them and sold them on the black market?  Probably not, right?  Well then why would you vote down medical marijuana for those same reasons?  Just because it was improperly classified during a time not so long ago, 1937, of political, racial and personal agendas.  Do the research.  You will be surprised.  I was.  That is all I am asking.  If you do the research and still disagree with voting yes for medical marijuana, then bravo for you and your choice.  Just please keep in mind that a vote is something that affects everyone and you have to put yourself in a variety of situations theoretically speaking to make conscious choices.  That is all I am asking.  Is that too much?  I really hope not.

I am also more than willing to share any and all information regarding my experience with becoming a medical marijuana patient.  I will answer any question.  Really, even the ones I disagree with.  😉




What just happened? or customer service, what customer service? January 23, 2012

I am a green minded person, I try to recycle, upcycle, shop local and all that jazz but I have to voice my displeasure and pass on what happened to me at Speedway Thrift Shop today. Actually, it all started Friday. I decided that the purses I craft are gonna be earth friendly also.  I came up with the idea to recycle good quality hardware from thrift store purses. I found several at Speedway Thrift that would work great. I also found this amazing belt that had conchos that slid onto the belt that would have been perfect for using as the sliders on the straps of my purses. It was tagged at $4.98. It was a fair price and would give me sliders for eight purses.  Awesome!

I made my way to the register. As I was putting everything on the counter to pay I accidentally ripped the tag off the belt by catching it on the counter. The cashier saw it happen. She then tells me she can’t sell it to me. Apparently they cannot sell anything without the tag attached. Sounded silly to me since it happened right there at the register but I say “ok, so what do we do now?” Four people later they were still telling  me I cannot buy the belt until Monday and if I want it that is the only way. I was miffed and thinking , that is a really stupid policy. The one who seemed the most in charge said if I came in early she would make sure I got it.
So this morning I set out to go in there and get the belt.  I look on the rack, no belt.   I looked for and found the girl who told me to come back and she says, “sure I’ll go look.” But not before she makes a few purchases of her own, works the register and helps 2 other people. She finally goes into the back and finds the belt and says it hasn’t been retagged yet. I give her the hairy eyeball and she says, “I’ll go back and ask her to tag it now.” 45 minutes later, I am not exaggerating, she comes back with the tagged belt. She says, “you are not gonna like this.”  That was an understatement.  The tag says $24.95. I amazingly did not yell but said very calmly, “are you kidding me?” She replied, “I know right, she looked it up online and said it is a Brighton and never should have been priced that low.” I answered, “I don’t care if it’s Armani, the tag said $4.98 on Friday and I am only paying $4.98. It is not my fault that it was tagged too low, it was torn off at the register in front of your employee and now I feel like your manager is taking advantage of the fact that I came back to buy it. Your employee made the mistake in tagging it wrong and I made a second trip down here, I want to speak to the manager.”  She says ok and disappears behind the door again.

10 minutes later she comes back and says, “she will only come down to $15.”  I said, “I want to speak to the manager, now, this is wrong.” She said, “I know, you are right, but she is not gonna budge.”  I again tell her I want to speak to the manager.  She heads into the back again and another 10 minutes goes by.  When she returns, she says,  “She will not go lower than $15.  She looked it up online to show me how expensive it is and she said to tell you she is on the phone with the owner and will not be out for a very long time.”  Now I was pissed. I told her I did not appreciate being taken advantage of and wasting an hour and a half of my time to do so.  And I would not be shopping there ever again.  She just kept nodding and agreeing with me.  All she could do I suppose.

What kind of business is that?  It is a thrift shop I realize but don’t fair business practices sort of flow over into all kinds of business?  They should anyway.  I will not be shopping there ever again and if any of you do I caution you to make sure the tag doesn’t fall off of anything you really want to buy there. Sheesh! Grrrr…

Ok, I feel better now, thanks for listening.  I will now follow my own personal mantra of , everything happens for a reason.  The purses will be better off without them and there are plenty of other thrift shops out there that will treat me fairly.  Take that you mean old thrift store!  LOL


Sam 😉


Gift for a dear friend or, hmmm I could sell these… January 10, 2012

I am a knitter from way back.  My grandmother taught me when I was five.  That is forty years of experience right there.  That is a lot of experience.  I got to thinking about this recently when I decided to go back to doing my crafts as a business.  I have done this many times in the past, all with relative success, but my knitting has always just kind of been for me.  Plenty of fabulous gifts have been passed to my loved ones but I never really thought of it as a money-maker.  I have made jewelry, done sewing, painting and chalk portraits all as supplemental income, but never my knitting.  I have even crocheted things to sell, but not knitting.

I was thinking of this very thing recently while plotting out a present for one of my oldest and dearest friends.  I have been playing around with the idea of starting up a new craft business to supplement our income.  The thought of looking for a job while being a medical marijuana patient is daunting at best.  So of course my mind went in the direction of using my talent for profit.  Do what I love, stay home, make money?  Win, win, win.  First, let me explain just what kind of knitter I am.  AVID, and I don’t mean I just really like it, I mean I knit morning, noon and night.  I knit while working the table at the swap meet for my dad.  I knit while waiting in long lines.  I knit in church.  I always have a project in my purse and several going at home.  I knit while watching tv.  I can knit with my eyes closed, literally.  I live and breathe knitting.  So while deciding on a gift for this dear friend of mine I thought, hmmm, I should knit a purse.  So I did and here it is…

I had been playing around with the idea for a while, creating the perfect purse.  I am always on the lookout for the perfect purse.  One with a spot for my knitting, my iPad, my keys.  All organized and comfy, and of course, cute!  So I shopped for the perfect yarn for her taste and spent a bit of time thinking of her and her style.  And then I began knitting.  I actually took the time to sketch out a basic design which is new for me.  I usually follow a written pattern or just fly by the seat of my pants.  This time I actually designed the pattern myself with fore thought.  It was daunting, and challenging.  I had to consider design elements that would be beautiful as well as sturdy and functional.  I started out with a few basic elements I knew had to be there.  First I wanted the purse to lay flat against the body for comfort.  This friend has a spirit of adventure.  I wanted her to be able to lengthen the strap to wear cross body for long days out perusing festivals and such.  So I used hardware that allows the strap to go from short for wearing on the shoulder to a full 46 inches for across the body safety and comfort.  I also had to choose the right stitch to use for the strap to make sure it was sturdy enough to hold up.

For the basic shape I wanted it to be flat on the back side, again for comfort when wearing cross body and to accommodate a book or other flat object with ease but a full front to hold whatever needed to be held.  Easily done with some increase and decrease knitting.  I was quite pleased with the visual effect this gave as well.  I knitted and attached two pockets.  One went on the inside to hold little things that get lost like chapstick and the other on the outside back panel for easy access to things like a cell phone.  I used a magnetic clasp to hold the flap closed.  And for decoration and to bring the whole thing together I used a pendant of a peacock which I thought tied in nicely with the gorgeous colors of the yarn.

I used Lion Brand Yarn “Amazing” in the color Glacier Bay.  I knitted the entire purse except the pockets using two strands of the yarn held together throughout.  The yarn truly is amazing.  The pictures do not do it justice.  I used several design elements such as cables on the front where the flap lies so that when you lift the flap you get this surprise little touch of beauty that cables offer.  I also added a swivel clasp on the inside to hold keys or anything else you want quick access to.  I used the strap to put the front and back together to add stability and strength to the whole design.  So far feedback has been  wonderful.  Can’t wait to give it to her and get some usage feedback.

Don’t get me wrong, this was an incredibly challenging project that required lot’s of frogging.  For those of you who do not knit, frogging is a very serious and technical term.  Frogging is when you have to rip it, rip it, rip it out and start again.  LOL  But I think you will agree, it was worth every stitch.  I am already planning mine with the gorgeous Amazing yarn I got for Christmas, called Rainforest.  I can’t wait to go searching for some celtic hardware to use on it.  Happy knitting!


~Sam  😉


Happy New Year or what now… January 2, 2012

Happy New Year!  I hope everyone had a lovely and safe one.  We did.  It was family oriented fun that ended peacefully snuggling with my honey.  A great way to start I’d say. I like peacefulness and with two teenagers in the house that is hard to come by these days.

I am not one to make new years resolutions.  I don’t get it really.  I guess I am more of a Carpe Diem type.  I mean, if you want to change something, what does the New Year have to do with it?  If you can’t follow thru with it on June 2nd then what makes you think January 1st is gonna help?

However, 2011 was a very difficult year for me.  Health wise it was probably my most difficult year yet.  Even though I conquered a few things with my health, thanks to medical marijuana, it still felt like I really just took two steps backwards all year.

So while I am not making any resolutions, I am thinking of taking a “clean slate approach” that happens to coincide with the New Year.  LOL  I intend to start a business, continue losing weight, and be religious about my diabetes care.

Hopefully I can be diligent and this year will prove to be healthier and more productive than the last.  Ok, so I guess that means that I do get the whole resolution business.  But I still think you shouldn’t wait until the New Year to change things you are unhappy with.  😉

So here is to a healthy, productive and happy 2012!




Welcome Back…or it really is good to be alive. November 10, 2011

Well, it has been awhile. I missed you dear blog o’mine. For anyone who has loyally followed my blog, I apologize for the lapse. Been a rough road the last few months. It began with a move across town. This was a good move, into our own place. As you know if you have followed along, I am a type I diabetic. 25+ yrs now. What you may not know is this. Diabetes sucks. Well ok, so you may know that but did you know it can go all wonky even if you are under perfect control, eat right, exercise and test your glucose faithfully? I have struggled with this the entire time I have been diabetic. It is exhausting, truly. Full time job. And here is the kicker, you can still become life threateningly ill, even when you do it all right. That is why it is so hard to stay on top of it, you feel like you get nowhere. Like it is “all for nawt” as me English Usband says. So I have, as you can imagine being the sassy girl I am, not always taken good care of it.
That has not been the case in the last year or so. Been on the wagon so to speak. Doing it all, pricking my finger 5 times a day. Eating my fruits and veggies, counting my carbs. Programming all the info into my insulin pump like a good little girl. And what happens? I wake up one morning with DKA. Are you freaking kidding me???
For those of you who are unfamiliar with DKA, click on the red DKA above and it will take you to the link. This is what happened. Apparently I had an infection of some sort, possibly sinus. Ironically, the one other time I had DKA, when I was 6 months pregnant with my first child, I also had a sinus infection.  Things that make you go hmm.  I went to bed with a slightly elevated glucose of 161. I dosed accordingly on my pump and went to bed. Sometime during the night my cannula, the filament that stays inside your body to deliver the insulin, became kinked. Therefore, no insulin was being administered to my body. This is not good.
When I woke up it was to vomiting bile, urgent urination and loose stools. All at the same time. I was a little loopy and had trouble figuring out what was going on. I thought originally that maybe I had food poisoning as I am prone to that, especially living in Az. Then, the 3 lovely symptoms continued every 20 minutes so I really had no time to clear my head and focus. Not that I really could by that time. I was pretty gone, logically speaking, shortly after waking. I am really not sure how I made it to the bathroom for each bout of puking. But I did my bumbling best. I checked glucose several times. Changed the cannula and even tried an injection, all while clutching the trash can tightly. Glucose would not come down. It was too late. So by the time my girls got home from school I was just laying down, getting up, puking, laying back down. Just sort of on auto pilot. I remember thinking, “don’t puke on the floor, it will suck to have to clean that up”. Weird where you’re brain goes in a crisis.  And also weird how many colors bile comes in.  Who knew?
So, then the girls came home and my brain shifted to, “I am ok, can’t freak out the girls”. Well luckily I have trained them well in all matters diabetic. I managed to fool them for awhile, not that I wanted to fool them mind you, I just was incapable of thinking clearly. Survival instincts really boil down to a basic level when your body is in DKA. Another problem is that I maintain a “normal” appearance even when I am deathly ill or in this case functioning with a glucose level in the high 400’s. Everyone said I was speaking clearly and acting fine. I have no recollection of this. Fortunately, the girl’s figured it out and called my dad and husband. By the time they arrived I was just coherent enough to know I could not go in a car to the ER and paramedics were called. It was a good call and may have made a huge difference in the outcome. So I spent 3 days and 2 nights at the lovely (it really is) University Hospital while they brought me back down safely. I did have a relapse of the puking a few days after being released but it was just some fall out and edema left over that was taken care of by a day of IV fluids. The entire experience was excruciatingly painful. There are a entire days I do not remember and some I wish I could forget.
Here is what I do remember. A panic like no panic I have ever felt before. It sounds so cheesy to say but I really did almost die. My husband got rather testy with me when I tried to laugh that off. And here’s the truth, I felt it. I knew I was on the edge of not being around anymore and it scared the hell out of me. I am not a fearful person. So this came as quite a shock. The thing is, I was not afraid of dying. I will gladly walk on over when it is my time. I was afraid of what would happen if I were to die right then.
I know this is not so strange a concept but it really put me in a loop I am having trouble getting out of. I clearly remember a burning desire to beg my husband and father to make sure the girls stayed put and continued on their awesome lives without me. Luckily I never said those things out loud to them, I do not like to upset people by freaking out. But it was such a strong need.
It lit a fire under me arse to get things in order for sure but it also shook some things loose in me. The problem is I am not sure what they are, where they come from or how to deal with them. I don’t seem to be able to leave the house without an enormous amount of anxiety and tears. I am not, or I should say I never was, much of a crier. Suck it up and breathe is my personal motto. Thing is, I can’t. I am also extremely proactive, I am the fix it person. I can’t. I have tried. Why is this happening? I don’t know. Mulled it over, talked about it, prayed, meditated, screamed, taken it apart with the husband and looked under the hood. Nothing. A big fat nothing.  I have decided to take action in the form of counseling. Waiting for the referral as we speak.
So what’s the point of all this? I just want you to see the importance of being prepared. Don’t put off those seriously important things like living wills, directives, saying I love you, hugs even at awkward times. The importance of truly living.  Go on that trip you’ve always wanted to go on. Take that class. Play with your children, goof off with your friends, steal away with your honey. Do it, do it all. Do it now. You never know…you just never know.
BTW, I am so appreciative of my life and all that is in it. There are no words expressive enough. Thank you God for the extra time. I promise to use it wisely.



OMG is that a tattoo? or I mean, wow, that’s really pretty! July 15, 2011

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Recently a friend made a comment on Facebook about loving the reaction she get’s from people who find out she has a tattoo.  It got me thinking about how I react when I see one.  Everyone who knows me knows I am the poster child for “do not judge a book by it’s cover.”  I look like a normal, average wife and mother, whatever that means, but I live life out loud.  What does normal mean…oh never mind.  Anyway, back to the tattoos.  I, personally love them and am likely to accost people to question them about theirs.  I currently have three and a fourth on the drawing table.  I designed my first three.  The first being simply footprints that represent my babies on my ankle.  Green footprints for Tyler Jade and pink, slightly smaller ones following behind the green ones for my Jordie Rose.  A few years back I had reddish paw prints added for my beloved red heeler, Micka.  When I got the first one at the ripe old age of 32 mind you, my mother freaked.  I would have expected no less from my genteel, southern, pentecostal Mama.  She eventually got over it.  I think?               

The second one was a present from my new Usband on our first Valentines day together.   Matching tats.  I designed a circle of gaelic words and a claddagh that mirrors our wedding bands.  A sentiment that reflects both of our mind sets regarding love and therefore not breaking the taboo of never get a name or something you will regret if that relationship goes south.  I am wild and creative, not stupid.  Even though I am certain this man is mine for the rest of my days.  Usband got his on his chest and I got mine in the location of the oh so popular tramp stamp.  Lower back area for those of you not in the know.  My reply to a friend who attempted to tease me in regards to this location?  “It can only be a tramp stamp if it is actually stamped on a tramp.”  So there.

My third, is a drawing I had played around with for years that sort of represents my own spirit.  It’s a celtic seahorse.  If you haven’t guessed by now, I am of Irish decent and feel a very strong pull to all things celtic.  Since my first tat was representing my babies and the second one my love, I thought it was time I got one that represented me.  I am a Pisces and my Celtic sign is seahorse.  This one is on the back of my neck.  My mother has about a 50/50 track record of stopping herself from making her opinion known whenever she happens to see it.  I am proud of her effort! 

I am always surprised when people are surprised by my body art.  I realize I have perfected the whole chameleon way of life.  I am good at fitting in.  I am comfortable in my own skin and curious about the whole world so I usually do not stop to think about whether or not I will fit in somewhere, I just “travel” where I please.  And for the most part it works out more than it doesn’t.  I am equally comfortable in a conversation with church ladies as I am with the two young men I had an interesting conversation with at Borders last week.  I asked them if that was the new issue of High Times they were snickering over and if it was could they pass me one.  They did rather slowly and with their mouths agape.  A lively conversation about marijuana laws ensued.  Up until now my tats have been fairly modest and carefully placed.  But still, I am so used to my quirky and diverse nature that I think it should somehow be immediately obvious to all who meet me.

So what, you may ask, is this fourth one going to be about?  Well, I am back to square one I guess.  I have been pondering the whole empty nest thing, even though it is a few years away.  Time does fly you know.  And my bubby is 10 years old now, that’s getting up there for a heeler.  My girls, who are not babies anymore will be central as will my little shadow walker Micka.  A celtic tree of life is in there.  It is coming together nicely, will be rather large and the location is going to be my right thigh.  This one will not be as discreet as the others.  I have decided I enjoy the artwork I wear and am not so concerned with covering it up at this stage in my life.  I am 45 afterall, that is considered adult isn’t it?  I live in the desert, shorts and swimsuits guarantee it will be obvious.

So what do you think?  Will you think differently of me when you see it?  Oh dear…poor Mama…