I had just pulled out onto the main road when I saw this little guy hitching a ride on my back window. I pulled over near some grassy wooded area to let him off. Most frogs jump away right away, but this dude hung around for a bit before finally taking off.
♥ Fun days at work ♥ Learning something new ♥ Love you, Stepmom. Love you, Stepson. ♥ Mornings with my husband ♥ Thinking up roller derby names for my co-workers ♥ Brainstorming Halloween costume ideas ♥ Family birthday dinners ♥ Boating at the lake ♥ Having friends for dinner at the cabin ♥ Nephews ♥ Gym time ♥ Looking forward to weekend away with husband ♥ Guitar practice ♥ Thinking up bee farm names
I used to keep a list of tattoo ideas, but I found that what was meaningful to me one day would be nothing the next day, week, or month.
I wonder if I will ever get one.
I try to imagine where I would put a permanent mark on my body, and I have no answer. Every spot that I consider is a part of me that I love – neck, collarbone, rib cage, hip, butt, thigh, ankle. The idea of inking my body seems like vandalism.
How can I say, “I love my body just the way it is, but…”? You either love your body, or you feel the need to modify it in some way. It has been a lifelong journey to contentment with and respect for my body and all it can do. I’m in a place where coming up with ways to change it seems to negate that positive.
And so I believe that the only tattoos I will ever have are the well-earned lines on my face and the images and lessons imprinted on my mind.
Still, I wonder if I will ever get one.
⌂ I’m taking a beekeeping class this weekend. I plan to start a hive or two on our land.
⌂ I’m meeting with my work mentor to learn more about productivity and how that is calculated for each department. I’m also coming to her with a list of habits that I want to break that would be obstacles in my professional success.
⌂ The first load of rock has been delivered to our land at the lake to begin the groundwork for starting our cabin.
⌂ My 14-year-old stepson hugs me on the regular. We’ve always gotten along, but what was an occasional occurrence before happens every day now. :)
⌂ My husband and I have started lifting weights together at the gym. It’s surprisingly fun, and I’m also learning how to be a good spotter.
I had a dream that a wasp was flying around me and stung me twice. It left a large stinger on my thumb that I was able to get out before all the venom was released. I swatted it and killed it. It somehow stung me once more after it was dead when I brushed it away from me.
From Dream Moods:
To see a wasp in your dreams signals evil, anger, and negative feelings.
To dream that you are stung by a wasp indicates that there is some hatred directed towards you. It also refers to envy.
To dream that you kill a wasp signifies your fearlessness in fighting off your opponents, while maintaining your ethics and rights.
I have been struggling with anger and negative feelings toward my husband’s ex-wife the last couple of months. She pulled a stupid stunt in June with my stepson that involved having a 13-year-old boy drive her car through town while she was busy taking selfies and posting them on Facebook. Yeah.
Husband had a long serious talk with both of them, but now I’m left feeling anxious every time stepson is in her care for any extended amount of time. I already did somewhat before, because I don’t trust her judgement at all. She acts more like a cool older friend than a mother toward both her children. Now I feel as though I’m on a heightened alert stage.
Normally he goes to his mom’s one night a week and every other weekend. About a week ago she took him and his sister for a 4-day trip to the beach. I didn’t realize how on edge I had been the entire time until he walked back into our house. I had such an immediate sense of relief. As if I could finally breathe again.
It’s hard to feel so powerless when it comes to a kid I love like my own but at the same time have to remember that he is not.
It stings a lot, actually.
♥ Great beach weekend with college roommates ♥ Reading bedtime stories to little girls ♥ A full heart ♥ Spending time with my nephew ♥ First days of school ♥ Kisses ♥ New favorite wine ♥ Gym time with my favorite guys ♥ Hearing all about his school day ♥ Lazy days off together ♥ Planning a trip to Virginia Beach ♥ “Love ya. Love tu.” ♥
⌂ The plane tickets to Florida have been bought. All my college roommates are going to be able to make the same weekend. It has been too long since a proper reunion, and this one will be a couple of August days on a beach.
⌂ I’ve finally created a photo book of my wedding photos. I’ve had so much fun browsing and remembering.
⌂ July is the birthday month for the kids, and we’ve had some great time with family. Husband took care of son’s gift – a wake board-, and I bought daughter’s. I found a photo she had pinned a few months ago with the caption “literally what I want my dorm room to look like.” So I put together the highlights of that room. I can’t wait to see her reaction.
⌂ I’ve been a little obsessed with Brandi Carlile. Check out any of her songs from Live from Red Rock.
♥ A guitar from my sweet husband ♥ Dancing like a fool with my stepson ♥ Summer fun at a water park ♥ Long walks by the beach ♥ Ice cream cones ♥ Holding hands ♥ Lunch with my mom and sister ♥ Birthday shopping ♥ A clean car ♥ A nice bump on my paycheck ♥ Looking forward to a weekend at the lake ♥ Shopping for some new clothes ♥
This was the song my dad and I danced to at my wedding.
There are moments in life that you immediately know you will never live down.
This is one of them.
My husband recently had some surgery to take care of a pilonidal cyst that had been bothering him at the tailbone. The incision itself healed nicely, but a blister had formed at the bottom between his cheeks. It was located high on the buttocks, but it was inside the skin folds. It finally popped, and I kept an eye on it. And it didn’t seem to be healing. It would grown some skin over and then that skin would get torn from the stress of any movement. It was in an unfortunate location that made healing hard.
I had some dermabond on hand and decided that I would put some over the weakest area close to his crack in the hopes that it would help limit that movement. It seemed to be working. But then Husband soon started complaining about it. I looked at it while he was standing up. I didn’t see what the problem was and thought he was being a bit of a baby.
A day and a half later he laid down on the bed and asked me to look again. And then I saw the problem.
When I put the dermabond on and held the skin together while it dried, some of that glue had seeped down into his crack.
I had glued his cheeks completely together. That meant every time he made any kind of movement that results in a spreading action of the cheeks, it pulled on his skin and hair and hurt. He was lucky it hadn’t quite reached his asshole.
I was mortified. And started laughing. I couldn’t believe what I had done to this poor guy. He was confused and wondering why I was lying and giggling on the bed next to him. I explained and apologized again and again between my laughter.
I took my time and slowly removed the glue.
He experienced immediate relief.
I was relieved that we had taken care of this before his doctor’s appointment the next day.