So I started out bored on 01-20-2012, thinking I do want a tattoo I should draw one. So this is what I drew. I texted Valerie and this is how that conversation went... Me: Val what are you doing tomorrow? Val: Nothing why? Me: I am thinking about doing this and sent her the above picture. Val: Hold on. Me: Okay. Val: You have an appointment tomorrow at 11:15 am. And the whirlwind of getting a tattoo started. Where to put it? Will I do it? It was quite exciting. And of course my twitter family blew it up...love that. The hubs was excited and said he couldn't wait to see it. And of course wanted to make sure that I was sure it was what I wanted. (What a sweet guy.) So the morning seemed to drag and after working for a bit I was on my way with Valerie to get my first ink. I love my sister... So here is the process... Picking the right spot... Getting started... Doing the outline... Outline done... Then the garnet... And then the gold....
I’m being honest. Not going to sugarcoat or edit. I’m getting big. When I went to the doctor and 190 was on the scale I was like 🤮😳. How did I get here??? On July 2, 2018, I started this journey. 2 days in I’m meeting my eating goals, exercise goals, and my water intake goals. However, it’s only been two days. Today scares me and I’m a little on edge. How do I not enjoy cold Cokes and sweet treats? How do I avoid the coconut rum and pineapple juice? Do I let this be a cheat day? I have another family event on Saturday. Do I let that be the cheat day?? How do I make this work? I’m using a little pharmaceutical help just because my doctor is worried about a few things and wants to help me get that kickstart. Wish me luck. #dosomething
In 2009, I thought my world was crashing in around me. I was working as a teacher for a person that I could not see eye to eye with. There was nothing I could do to make her appreciate the me that is me. She (in my opinion) was a bully and not a sufficient leader. I decided that instead of trying to please a person that wanted an unattainable perfection that I would quit teaching. That was November 2009. At that time I felt depressed and worthless. I was a teacher, I was trained to be a teacher, I had my BS in education, and a teaching certificate but I felt so wounded. I didn't want to teach but what else could I do. I substituted for the remainder of the school year and I enjoyed myself. However, you can't support a family being a substitute teacher and it wasn't fair for Joe to be working so much. I am so blessed that my husband supported me 1000%. I was lost. I didn't know where to turn or what to do. What h...
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