It finally happened.

Hello, loves!

I was supposed to get this most fantastic of mystery tattoos last week, but the artist had to reschedule for yesterday.  My appointment was at 6pm, but we didn't get started until 7:30.  It was a long, grueling process, and it is definitely in my top 5 most painful ordeals, but at 1:30am, I walked out with a magnificent piece of artwork.

Ladies and germs, I present to you...the top of my ass and my #1 stay-in-shape secret!

I'm going back in 3 weeks to put more yellow on the butter, and do more shading. He'd already gone over the yellow six times and couldn't bear to put me through any more last night. After six hours, Cody and I were both pretty spent. Needless to say, I'm still feeling pretty spent today. All of my muscles are sore from clenching and unclenching, falling asleep, latching tenaciously to the headrest, the table next to me, and/or Brandell's hand. I'd like to say I was a total badass about it, but I wasn't. I was in too much pain to make up any good swears.

It was totally worth it, though. I've been wanting to get some sort of Size Acceptance related tattoo for about a year. I had this idea and just...never looked back. It was only a matter of time. I come from a long line of southern cooks, and margarine is a dirty word in my house. I think there's a nice element of just...owning what you've got in there, too. And man, next time anyone dares fat shame me, I'm gonna show 'em my ass.

<3

GTFO, take two

I rescheduled this week's stitch-n-bitch date with Jeanette to today since I won't be around on Friday.  I made Shrimp, Crab, and Corn Bisque for lunch, which came out better than any other time I've made it.  I impressed myself.  And Jeanette.  And Brandell.  I made a full batch, as in, enough for meal-sized servings for 6 people.  Between the three of us, it was polished off by 6pm.  Glory!  I taught Jeanette some of the basics of crochet.  It's been a really mellow day, which is what I needed. 

I'm still continuing to improve.  My overall pain level has decreased, and my doctor had the wild idea of using a small dose of an appetite suppressant as a mild stimulant to help cut through the fibro fog, and that's working out pretty damn well.  My mental state...well...it's fluid as always.  At least it's not stuck on "Heinous."  Things are pretty good, though.  Can't complain.

I'm going to be out of town for the next two days, so I'm just going to leave you darlings with this.

We have a backlog of soda boxes.  Our roommate had a bad day.  Bring on the hilarity.

To anyone who reads this, please send me happy, calming thoughts and good traffic mojo for tomorrow.

ps  I'm getting my Super Secret Hilarious Tattoo on Tuesday.  Just so ya know.  XD

Once again proving my love of excess.

I am strongly considering making these tomorrow:

Maple Bacon Biscuits. Hail Satan!

I'm also considering getting my labret pierced this coming Thursday.  My teeth are shite, but I keep hearing conflicting reports about whether or not they screw up your teeth and/or gums, and fuck it.  Fuck it.  You only live once.  Piercings for ladies are $15 on Thursdays at Condemned, and it's time I go ahead and just...own and embrace the fact that I'm on a body mod kick.  What say ye?  Does this spell dental doom?  Would it look cute enough to justify the risk?  Please, for the love of loafcats, TELL ME!

Close up.  No makeup.  Clearly I'm more balls than brains right now.

And just for shits and giggles, how about a list of tattoos I currently want to get!

• Squid
• Octopus
• A Dalek with the quote "The Daleks have no concept of elegance!"
• Another squid, this one tangled in some sort of flowering cactus
• My super-secret, crazy-hilarious tramp stamp
• A ton of variously shaped and drawn stars around my triple goddess moon
• A Robot
• An old-school swallow.  I know, I know.

Also, I'm buying this vacuum cleaner ASAP.

Excited about a new vacuum cleaner? Mammy old.

And for now, that is all.