Tit for Tat

I have always wanted a tattoo.

Actually more than one, I actually have 3 planned.

I know what I want, pretty sure were I want each tat.

My mom and I have always planned to get matching themed tattoos but it never came to fruition, until my birthday.

My mom gave me a tattoo for my birthday. I am not going to lie I didn't jump at the opportunity and this reaction surprised me. But I honestly never thought I would get one because 1. I am scared that the area that gets the tattoo will cause my vitiligo to invade another part of my body 2. Although I do have piercings I am kind of a rare commodity for my generation by not having one and 3.Husband doesn't love them (please spare me any personal outrage you feel towards my last statement.) and with him not liking them paired with my personal body issues does not boost my self confidence about getting one.




Forgive the crappy picture but in essence this what I want but on my foot.

I still have about a week to think about it buy having this much hesitation worries me. I mean this isn't something I can undo, not that I would want to but I mean there is no going back.

I have never do something this permeant in my life....

Any thoughts, suggestions? Anybody?

Today

It is my 25th Birthday! Outfit is picked out, my hair is up and soon I will be so fresh and so clean clean and eating dinner with dear friends and the love of my life.

25 is going to be a great year!


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Day 30: a dream for the future beyond the next year

I wrote this as part of the meme I have yet to finish. As my birthday is fast approaching and seeing how different my life would be by 25, it is fun to imagine my next 25 years. Enjoy!!!


In my dream I see Savannah on a hot August day.The sun is setting and the Spanish moss trees that line our street sway in the wind. Our house is at the end of the street, it is an older house one that needed some work when we bought it but I am sure glad we took the chance. It screams Savannah, which was one of the requirements I had when Mr.G got the job down here. I had no idea what that meant when I said it but I told him I would know it when we found the one. This one, this house we made a home is our forever home. It feels like us. The rocking chairs on our porch let out a creak as they catch some of the ocean air.

 Mr.G found his niche and is successful, but the more important thing is, he is happy. I see him pulling in to our drive way with a smile, proud of the work he is doing and the great job he is doing supporting his family.

I don't know that he is home yet until Bryce and her little brother Owen start yelling "Daddy's home! Daddy's Home!" It is more Bryce than it is Owen, he is walking as fast as his little legs can carry him to the front window yelling DA DA DA DA DA!!!

I give dinner one more stir, and take my apron off, I waddle to the front window to wave at Husband, baby number 3 shares in all our excitement as she kicks me repeatedly. I open the front door and see Bryce's brown curls, fly by me, I take Owen's hand and I am reminded when the setting sun hits his red hair, just how much he looks like his Daddy.

Mr.G kneels down and catches Bryce in his arms and gives her a big bear hug. She, just like her mother, starts talking a mile a minute about everything we did today.Owen walking on his own now, his very pregnant momma was holding him back, still chanting DA DA DA DA DA DA DA, finally reaches his best friend. Mr. G scoops up the kids hugs them both.

I make it to my family and husband puts the kids down and  wraps his arms around me, gives me a deep kiss, "Hey baby, I missed you today", I melt even after all these years I still love to hear him call me baby.

"I missed you too, we all did." I say looking down and my swollen belly, "she is kicking like crazy." Mr.G bends down, kisses my belly "Hello, baby girl, I missed you too."

We all go back in side and have a usual night in the G house.

We eat dinner and give thanks for our many blessings, Mr.G cleans up so I can rest my feet. We play out side with kids, and after bath time and bedtime stories I finally lay my self down to sleep.

I go through the events of day and smile. I think about the kids playing in back yard with Dot and Annie (our golden retriever), I think of the finger painting we did, the mini melt down Bryce had about wanting her hair in pig tails, Owen falling and reaching for me through big blubbering tears, Mr.G playing tickle monster with Bryce and Owen.

"Why are you smiling?" A sleepy Mr.G says, motioning over to me to come lay my head on his chest.

"In my own way, I was thanking God for not letting me miss a moment."

We turn the light off, and drift asleep to the sound of the swaying Spanish moss.

Yet another update.

Every time I sit down to blog something happens.

I was all ready to tell you about my trip to the lake but I wasn't what I expected. Although I still had a great time it wasn't relaxing and I ended up feeling attacked by my husband's family and my husband. I left with a feeling that he and myself can criticize my family all the live long day, when I say something about his family I am all of a sudden to sensitive and take everything go heart. My husband and his family have had problems with high blood pressure and even with the urging from my self and his family he has yet to find a doctor. I am not completely out of the dog house, he has asked me ONCE to set him up online so he can find one. But that was once at like 10pm and nothing else happened. Well we get to the mountains and his parents immediately start in on him and say something about his dad having diabetes. We were shocked. They found out shortly after they visited us in March. When husband asked why he wasn't informed.... "Jennifer sent Katy and email...." say what!?!? I never received an email. To make matters worse they (mil and sil) didn't inquire with me further they just thought I ignored them and the situation. I finally said your 26 year old son is grown and he didn't have to hold my hand and find a gyno for me when I needed to change doctors. They kept in on him and me, and to be honest I felt like they thought I was holding him hostage or something. I am over it now because fact of the matter is like I said he is almost 27 and knows what he needs to do and I tired of fighting his "oh well do it later " attitude.

I was ready to tell you that I had a breakdown at work. People were running their mouths for me doing the job I was asked to do by my supervisor. I laughed at the idea of being on the "shit list", really I could care less. It was when one office troll stared to gather what she thought was evidence against me. I.lost.my.shit. So I beat her to the punch and in a fit of rage, blacked out and called a meeting with my boss. I never talk to him seriously about issues I am having with people or situations, but I had had enough. Then it went around my department that I had talked to my supervisor and all of a sudden I had blown it way out of proportion. Said the person that told the departmental gossiper that I was on this so called shit list to begin with. I am not stupid she was mad because I named her and the troll. I didn't want to name names but my supervisor doesn't play games. So it was blown way out proportion because she actually had to work and not have her morning hour long convo with her friend. I mean we are all guilty of talking while not on break but that doesn't mean you are on a shit list. Then to top that off my boss happened to walk by as I was cleaning out my desktop and saw my resume. Total fail.

Then mother in law fell and fractured her first lumbar vertebra. Husband left immediately to go to NC I felt so helpless. I wanted to be there for my family but couldn't. She is fine now, didn't have to have surgery and is back in AL now.

I had such high hopes for this weekend, not only is it my second favorite holiday but i got to take an extra day.... Or so I thought.

Thursday on my way in to work I get a call from my dad and my grandma is back in the hospital. She got an infection so bad she incision from her ankle replacement reopened. She has had 2 surgeries since and will be transferred to a home for 3-6 weeks... It's going to be rough. We are trying to keep her spirits up but she is a stubborn old bitty! She made the right choice though to go go the facility.

And the cherry on top? I have strep. Omg it is gross. My tonsils look like a slasher movie. And I am in my two week wait (the time between ovulation and your period) the good news is I haven't been stressing with the question am I pregnant or not? I have been trying to just get better.

I am hoping, no I am going to make the rest of this month awesome. I turn 25 in a couple weeks, a family reunion next weekend, and husband and I's together anniversary is at the end of the month... 8 years... Wow.

I know this is a novel and I promise to just blog regularly and not hit you with almost a month of pent up blog posts.

Later loves!


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