Ava painting Easter eggs. She loves doing all that little eensy detail stuff just like Lisa does.
Eating the cracked eggs with Daddy Carl.
Easter morning. She has gotten her Easter Basket. With a vengeance! What a mess!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
A post in which Ava does Easter, toddler style
Ava painting Easter eggs. She loves doing all that little eensy detail stuff just like Lisa does.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
A post in which I have a lovely visit*
I woke up this morning with pretty good intentions of things I was going to do, but didn’t get much done in the end. I had some breakfast, and decided I needed a nap. I did. I was working off a serious sleep deficit from last week. But first, I went online and fooled around online for a bit. A buddy of mine was on there, and it was his birthday. I couldn’t let him go without on his birthday, so I invited him over for a visit.
It was great, but afterwards I was more tired than ever. So I slept for a couple of hours.
When I woke up, I realized that I was going to have to do something. I went to the flea market, and then to the grocery store, to get the stuff to make the potato salad for tomorrow. I also picked up some nice avocados for a batch of guacamole that Miss Kat has asked me to make. I took yet another little bunch of stuff to Goodwill.
While I was out today, I was trying to be conspicuously charming. It’s amazing how many people (particularly older women, for some reason) are just ignored by most people. You’d be amazed how many times just acknowledging someone with a smile and a “hello” makes them light up like a Christmas tree. I was doing my best to make random people light up today. I called to talk to Miss Kat about the guacamole, and Helen answered the phone. She sounded a bit withdrawn, as she frequently does these days, but I was able to jolly her into a bit of a better mood before I got off the phone.
When I got home, I had to get cooking. I peeled my potatoes and put them on to boil while I had a late lunch. dana returned my call about delivering the guacamole to them tonight, and invited me out to dinner with them, but I couldn’t go. I had too much to do. After lunch I whipped up the guacamole, and then started chopping stuff for the potato salad.
dana called me to say they would just stop by to get the guacamole to save me a trip, which was nice, but I hadn’t done a thing to the house today – I hadn’t even made the bed. It was hardly company-worthy. But I’m trying to lay down that “house has to perfect for company” thing. It certainly wasn’t tonight.
I figured the only thing that had to be done today was the potato salad – it’s never good until it sits overnight. I had planned to make a small batch, since only about three of us would be eating it tomorrow, but I ended up with a huge mixing bowl full. Sigh. I'll be eating potato salad for a while. Justin and Amanda won't eat it, and I doubt Justin's new boyfriend will either. Jeff will eat about two tablespoons, and James and I will eat a serving. So I really only need about two and a half servings. I just can't seem to make a small batch of potato salad. I finished up the potato salad, and had almost finished cleaning the kitchen when they arrived. It was fine.
So I just sat down to enjoy their company. It was a beautiful evening, and I opened the windows to let the fresh spring air in. Crooner fell in love with Miss Kat, and was purring away on her lap. We visited and laughed together as the sun went down. It was really, really nice. It was one of those evenings when you suddenly think this is what it’s all about – this is what matters.
After they left, I did finish cleaning up the kitchen eventually, but that was about it. I was content to lie up on the sofa like a Maharani with the windows open. I chatted online for a bit, and went on to bed. It was a lazy day today, but I really needed the downtime. Last week was so incredibly packed that it was good to drift for a bit.
It was great, but afterwards I was more tired than ever. So I slept for a couple of hours.
When I woke up, I realized that I was going to have to do something. I went to the flea market, and then to the grocery store, to get the stuff to make the potato salad for tomorrow. I also picked up some nice avocados for a batch of guacamole that Miss Kat has asked me to make. I took yet another little bunch of stuff to Goodwill.
While I was out today, I was trying to be conspicuously charming. It’s amazing how many people (particularly older women, for some reason) are just ignored by most people. You’d be amazed how many times just acknowledging someone with a smile and a “hello” makes them light up like a Christmas tree. I was doing my best to make random people light up today. I called to talk to Miss Kat about the guacamole, and Helen answered the phone. She sounded a bit withdrawn, as she frequently does these days, but I was able to jolly her into a bit of a better mood before I got off the phone.
When I got home, I had to get cooking. I peeled my potatoes and put them on to boil while I had a late lunch. dana returned my call about delivering the guacamole to them tonight, and invited me out to dinner with them, but I couldn’t go. I had too much to do. After lunch I whipped up the guacamole, and then started chopping stuff for the potato salad.
dana called me to say they would just stop by to get the guacamole to save me a trip, which was nice, but I hadn’t done a thing to the house today – I hadn’t even made the bed. It was hardly company-worthy. But I’m trying to lay down that “house has to perfect for company” thing. It certainly wasn’t tonight.
I figured the only thing that had to be done today was the potato salad – it’s never good until it sits overnight. I had planned to make a small batch, since only about three of us would be eating it tomorrow, but I ended up with a huge mixing bowl full. Sigh. I'll be eating potato salad for a while. Justin and Amanda won't eat it, and I doubt Justin's new boyfriend will either. Jeff will eat about two tablespoons, and James and I will eat a serving. So I really only need about two and a half servings. I just can't seem to make a small batch of potato salad. I finished up the potato salad, and had almost finished cleaning the kitchen when they arrived. It was fine.
So I just sat down to enjoy their company. It was a beautiful evening, and I opened the windows to let the fresh spring air in. Crooner fell in love with Miss Kat, and was purring away on her lap. We visited and laughed together as the sun went down. It was really, really nice. It was one of those evenings when you suddenly think this is what it’s all about – this is what matters.
After they left, I did finish cleaning up the kitchen eventually, but that was about it. I was content to lie up on the sofa like a Maharani with the windows open. I chatted online for a bit, and went on to bed. It was a lazy day today, but I really needed the downtime. Last week was so incredibly packed that it was good to drift for a bit.
Friday, April 2, 2010
A post in which it is a blessedly uneventful Friday, for the most part
I slept pretty well last night, and woke up this morning still tired, but feeling a lot lighter than I have in the last couple of days.
I got an email back from Lady Beth today, basically telling me that most of what I had picked out for my dinner I’m making for her was completely wrong. I had intended to check in with Lynn first about likes/dislikes before I started planning stuff, but got too excited and jumped the gun. Lady Beth was, of course, very nice about it all, but it was rather disappointing.
I also discovered today that I have scheduled our service date for the same weekend as the hat party, which is just insane of me. I’m going to have to get my hat done next week, because the week after will be spent in preparation for the dinner Saturday night. It’s going to be a big weekend.
It was a fairly quiet day at work, and afterwards, I really just wanted to go home. So I did.
I fooled around online and stayed up later than I thought I would. I chatted on Bear411 tonight for the first time in a while. There are some really nice guys on there. I met a gorgeous man, who thinks I’m hot too, but of course he lives in Colorado. Story of my life.
I was on Manhunt for a while too, but failed to fall into the vortex.
Eventually, I just pulled myself out of it and went to bed. I’m pretty beat.
I got an email back from Lady Beth today, basically telling me that most of what I had picked out for my dinner I’m making for her was completely wrong. I had intended to check in with Lynn first about likes/dislikes before I started planning stuff, but got too excited and jumped the gun. Lady Beth was, of course, very nice about it all, but it was rather disappointing.
I also discovered today that I have scheduled our service date for the same weekend as the hat party, which is just insane of me. I’m going to have to get my hat done next week, because the week after will be spent in preparation for the dinner Saturday night. It’s going to be a big weekend.
It was a fairly quiet day at work, and afterwards, I really just wanted to go home. So I did.
I fooled around online and stayed up later than I thought I would. I chatted on Bear411 tonight for the first time in a while. There are some really nice guys on there. I met a gorgeous man, who thinks I’m hot too, but of course he lives in Colorado. Story of my life.
I was on Manhunt for a while too, but failed to fall into the vortex.
Eventually, I just pulled myself out of it and went to bed. I’m pretty beat.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
A post in which I lay my burden down
I woke up at 5:30 this morning feeling like a complete zombie. I had left time to be up by going to bed early last night, but I had used that and then some. I had taken a sleeping pill at 8pm, and was back up at 10:30pm. I was up another time as well. I felt bleary, salty-eyed, weighted down like an old donkey, and kind of like Frodo felt in that last part of the trek through Mordor. But I had month end to do, and had already taken Monday off. There was no help for it – I had to go to work.
Miss Kat knew that I was in need of help because I had reached out to her. I’m sure she knew I was waiting for her call also. She called at 7:40 this morning to give me the go-ahead to come talk tonight. I longed for that time as pants the hart for cooling streams. But I had to get through the day first.
There was a lot to do. After looking at my tat this morning, I had decided that I needed another ointment day. Sigh. But it’s a lot easier to replace underwear than improperly-healed tattoos, not to mention less expensive. So I threw the ointment back in my bag.
At work I had to re-cut the numbers yet again to reflect the new divisions, which is detailed work. I did OK, but then couldn’t get the numbers from last month to balance with the re-cut. By this time it was late in the afternoon, and my compartmentalization way beginning to fray. Finally it was time to go.
I got home, did my tat care, and fixed a quick supper. Now that it was time to go, I was reluctant. I really didn’t want to drag all this out. I didn’t want to burden Miss Kat and dana with the things I needed to say. It’s been a rough couple of days. And I was so very, very tired. But I knew that the only way to deal with this was head-on. So I stiffened my upper lip and headed out.
I got there and gave dana a couple of little birthday cercies. I showed them my new tattoo, which has remained stubbornly fresh – maybe I’m taking care of it too well – but I was glad they got to see it before the ugly peeling stage sets in. They're the first ones to see it.
And then we just got down to it. It was a great relief to just get it out there. Once it was out of my head it seemed to lose a lot of its power and pain. Miss Kat is an excellent listener. In the end though, it was dana who really capped the whole thing. dana is not an eloquent speaker, but she’s very no bullshit. When I got done telling my tale, I asked them if they thought this made me broken. dana just looked at me as if surprised, and said “There’s nothing broken about you, baby. You’re fine.” We talked about it some more, and Miss Kat helped me to understand why that was the right answer, but really as soon as dana said that I felt the stone roll off my shoulders.
So after that I actually got to enjoy the visit, which was great, and such a HUGE relief. So I enjoyed spending some time with them. Then I went home to bed; to sleep, God willing. I could certainly use it.
Miss Kat knew that I was in need of help because I had reached out to her. I’m sure she knew I was waiting for her call also. She called at 7:40 this morning to give me the go-ahead to come talk tonight. I longed for that time as pants the hart for cooling streams. But I had to get through the day first.
There was a lot to do. After looking at my tat this morning, I had decided that I needed another ointment day. Sigh. But it’s a lot easier to replace underwear than improperly-healed tattoos, not to mention less expensive. So I threw the ointment back in my bag.
At work I had to re-cut the numbers yet again to reflect the new divisions, which is detailed work. I did OK, but then couldn’t get the numbers from last month to balance with the re-cut. By this time it was late in the afternoon, and my compartmentalization way beginning to fray. Finally it was time to go.
I got home, did my tat care, and fixed a quick supper. Now that it was time to go, I was reluctant. I really didn’t want to drag all this out. I didn’t want to burden Miss Kat and dana with the things I needed to say. It’s been a rough couple of days. And I was so very, very tired. But I knew that the only way to deal with this was head-on. So I stiffened my upper lip and headed out.
I got there and gave dana a couple of little birthday cercies. I showed them my new tattoo, which has remained stubbornly fresh – maybe I’m taking care of it too well – but I was glad they got to see it before the ugly peeling stage sets in. They're the first ones to see it.
And then we just got down to it. It was a great relief to just get it out there. Once it was out of my head it seemed to lose a lot of its power and pain. Miss Kat is an excellent listener. In the end though, it was dana who really capped the whole thing. dana is not an eloquent speaker, but she’s very no bullshit. When I got done telling my tale, I asked them if they thought this made me broken. dana just looked at me as if surprised, and said “There’s nothing broken about you, baby. You’re fine.” We talked about it some more, and Miss Kat helped me to understand why that was the right answer, but really as soon as dana said that I felt the stone roll off my shoulders.
So after that I actually got to enjoy the visit, which was great, and such a HUGE relief. So I enjoyed spending some time with them. Then I went home to bed; to sleep, God willing. I could certainly use it.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
A post in which I reach out, but have to shoulder the burden myself for a bit longer
I woke up this morning feeling like I had been through the mental meat grinder. I didn’t get much sleep either. This deficit is starting to add up. I hated to do it, but I obviously can’t deal with this new revelation on my own. I sent out the critter call email to Miss Kat this morning that I need some time to talk to her. I hate doing that. I hate being that guy – “Sigh. Steve’s played again, so now we have to talk him down off a ledge.” But I hate being a walking zombie worse, and I’m not foolish enough to refuse to reach out for help that I obviously need.
Fortunately I had mostly caught up my desk yesterday, so after I did some follow-ups today I could take my nose off the grindstone for a bit. It was a good thing. I was fairly distracted all day.
And of course it was an ointment day. This could be the last one, but you’re really not supposed to discontinue use until the tat starts to peel, and this one still looks pretty fresh. I’m doing a good job taking care of it though – it looks good. I’m not concerned about this one the way I was about the last one.
I got an email from Miss Kat this morning, reminding everyone that it was dana’s birthday today. Yikes. I had completely forgotten. And of course that meant that I wasn’t about to go over there tonight and sort out my mental dirty laundry. Miss Kat offered, but I had to back-pedal and tell her that this problem should not interrupt the festivities, and it most surely would have. She was concerned for me, and I had to do a bit of convincing, but in the end she trusted my judgment about this. I was very glad. Had she insisted, I would have had to dig in and say that only a direct order would make me talk about this today. After reaching out for her help, that would have made me feel like a real tool, so I’m glad it didn’t come to that.
Of course that left me another day and night to carry this around. I think if I can speak it I can lay it down. For now, I’m just gonna have to tough it out. So I compartmentalized and got through the day. By the time I got in from work, I felt like I was walking on my knees. I made some truly nasty shrimp pasta out of the freezer that I had bought on a wild hair, fooled around online for a while, did my tattoo care, and turned in.
Fortunately I had mostly caught up my desk yesterday, so after I did some follow-ups today I could take my nose off the grindstone for a bit. It was a good thing. I was fairly distracted all day.
And of course it was an ointment day. This could be the last one, but you’re really not supposed to discontinue use until the tat starts to peel, and this one still looks pretty fresh. I’m doing a good job taking care of it though – it looks good. I’m not concerned about this one the way I was about the last one.
I got an email from Miss Kat this morning, reminding everyone that it was dana’s birthday today. Yikes. I had completely forgotten. And of course that meant that I wasn’t about to go over there tonight and sort out my mental dirty laundry. Miss Kat offered, but I had to back-pedal and tell her that this problem should not interrupt the festivities, and it most surely would have. She was concerned for me, and I had to do a bit of convincing, but in the end she trusted my judgment about this. I was very glad. Had she insisted, I would have had to dig in and say that only a direct order would make me talk about this today. After reaching out for her help, that would have made me feel like a real tool, so I’m glad it didn’t come to that.
Of course that left me another day and night to carry this around. I think if I can speak it I can lay it down. For now, I’m just gonna have to tough it out. So I compartmentalized and got through the day. By the time I got in from work, I felt like I was walking on my knees. I made some truly nasty shrimp pasta out of the freezer that I had bought on a wild hair, fooled around online for a while, did my tattoo care, and turned in.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
A post in which it is an ointment day, and I am disturbed by a Deep Truth
I slept like falling in a hole last night, but after getting hardly any sleep the night before, and all the activity yesterday, it wasn't enough. I woke up to the alarm this morning, which hardly ever happens. I’m usually awake before it goes off.
Ugh. Ointment days. I think I would have a lot more tattoos if it wasn’t for the messy, greasy healing process. You’re not supposed to cover a tattoo – it needs air to heal; but it also needs to be kept from drying out, so you put ointment on it. This lasts for several days. That’s great if you’re some kind of nudist guru, and you can spend a couple days hanging out naked covered in ointment. If you’re a regular working schmoe, that means you have to either a) cover the tattoo in the daytime, cross your fingers, and say a little prayer; or b) sacrifice clothing to the tattoo gods. The ointment stains everything, and you can't wash it out. I tried a) with my last tattoo, which is why I think some of the color pulled off – so this time I decided to go with b). I put on my ointment this morning, tried to decide which underwear I could get rid of, and hoped the greasy stain wouldn’t soak through my work pants.
There was plenty to do at work catching up my desk from my days off, while of course keeping up with ointment applications. Ugh. I got stuck in (and stuck to my undies, for that matter) and got to work. Fortunately the day seemed to be moving quickly.
Unfortunately, I was blindsided by a Deep Truth which suddenly decided to step from behind the mental curtain and go “Ta da!” today. That happens sometimes after a scene. Some other things that were said this weekend brought it on too. After sitting at my desk with tears rolling down my face for a while, I was able to stuff it back down and compartmentalize so I could get back to work.
By the end of the day I was tired, but dealing. I had acted on my decision to reach out and feed my kinky side by sending Lady Beth an email to offer her an evening of service and spend some time at her feet earlier in the day. I was very pleased to get a very sweet email back from her accepting, and starting the process of setting a date. I was very surprised to hear back from her so quickly, because she is very busy. She made a point of responding to me by the end of the day, which I found sensitive and touching.
I had thought that I would discuss this Truth with her when I saw her, but I’m about to decide against it. Lady Beth bears the weight of the world, and the family, already. She has a lot of people she could choose from to do service for her. The fact that she has accepted me is a great boon. I have little to offer that she could not find better elsewhere. But what I can try to offer is uncomplicated pleasure. That would be a rare commodity in her demanding life. I’m going to try to deal with this on my own.
That decided, I emailed back a potential menu to her (part of the service I can offer is cooking, which she hates to do) and went to bed.
Ugh. Ointment days. I think I would have a lot more tattoos if it wasn’t for the messy, greasy healing process. You’re not supposed to cover a tattoo – it needs air to heal; but it also needs to be kept from drying out, so you put ointment on it. This lasts for several days. That’s great if you’re some kind of nudist guru, and you can spend a couple days hanging out naked covered in ointment. If you’re a regular working schmoe, that means you have to either a) cover the tattoo in the daytime, cross your fingers, and say a little prayer; or b) sacrifice clothing to the tattoo gods. The ointment stains everything, and you can't wash it out. I tried a) with my last tattoo, which is why I think some of the color pulled off – so this time I decided to go with b). I put on my ointment this morning, tried to decide which underwear I could get rid of, and hoped the greasy stain wouldn’t soak through my work pants.
There was plenty to do at work catching up my desk from my days off, while of course keeping up with ointment applications. Ugh. I got stuck in (and stuck to my undies, for that matter) and got to work. Fortunately the day seemed to be moving quickly.
Unfortunately, I was blindsided by a Deep Truth which suddenly decided to step from behind the mental curtain and go “Ta da!” today. That happens sometimes after a scene. Some other things that were said this weekend brought it on too. After sitting at my desk with tears rolling down my face for a while, I was able to stuff it back down and compartmentalize so I could get back to work.
By the end of the day I was tired, but dealing. I had acted on my decision to reach out and feed my kinky side by sending Lady Beth an email to offer her an evening of service and spend some time at her feet earlier in the day. I was very pleased to get a very sweet email back from her accepting, and starting the process of setting a date. I was very surprised to hear back from her so quickly, because she is very busy. She made a point of responding to me by the end of the day, which I found sensitive and touching.
I had thought that I would discuss this Truth with her when I saw her, but I’m about to decide against it. Lady Beth bears the weight of the world, and the family, already. She has a lot of people she could choose from to do service for her. The fact that she has accepted me is a great boon. I have little to offer that she could not find better elsewhere. But what I can try to offer is uncomplicated pleasure. That would be a rare commodity in her demanding life. I’m going to try to deal with this on my own.
That decided, I emailed back a potential menu to her (part of the service I can offer is cooking, which she hates to do) and went to bed.
Monday, March 29, 2010
A post in which I get new ink!!!*
I was dead to the world when the alarm went off this morning. My first thought was about what I needed to do for work today, and then I remembered I had the day off. I was pissed that I hadn’t turned the alarm off, but since I was awake anyway, I decided not to waste the day. I could have really used some extra sleep, but figured I would just take a nap later.
I lazed around the house for a while, and since the post-scene horny train had pulled in to the station I had a buddy over for a bit.
I was restless though. I was just ready to get this tattoo thing done. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but hadn’t set aside the time to do it until yesterday. Since I knew that Russ would know the best shop around, I called him for his recommendation. I needed to go by the shop anyway to print out the flash I used for my original tattoo, which I wasn’t sure was still in the computer. Thankfully, it was. Russ told me the shop to go to, but didn’t know the name, and his directions were pretty vague. I had looked up some shops on line and written down addresses on them though. At this point, I was pretty Zen about it. If I liked the place and things worked out I could have the work done, and if not, I wasn’t any worse off than I had been before.
On Russ’s instructions, I headed for Spartanburg. After getting lost for a bit, I eventually found the shop he’d heard good things about. The shop is Shanghai Tattoo, and I had seen their website earlier in the day. When I walked in, the guy behind the desk was on the phone, but he was very nice. I showed him my flash and the work I had done already, and he said he’d fix me right up. No problem, no attitude. He needed drawing time of course (my flash was pretty significantly altered for my tattoo), and so I told him I would just grab some lunch and come back. He didn’t even charge me an art deposit.
Well I was a bit skeptical because he seemed to listen in a hurry if you know what I mean, but the guy (Jordi) had been very nice, and it didn’t hurt that he was cute as a bucket o’ puppies. I ran to lunch and got back, and he was done. He is very talented, and the drawing was very close to what I wanted. After another discussion, and a few changes, which he was extremely open to and good-natured about, we were good to go.
The work he did was just beautiful. It is just as good as (if not better than) the work I had done at All or Nothing. He explained to me that since All or Nothing had gotten famous (I later realized from their website that I’ve seen them on TV) that they really don’t need customers any longer. They sell videos and stuff. They’re also running some kind of champagne service for rich people where they fly them in to town, they stay at a resort, eat gourmet food, and get tattooed. Well small wonder they didn’t have time for little ole me. Nice work if you can get it, I suppose.
It had been a while since I’ve been under the needle. It hurts, but after a little bit you get used to it again. We talked the whole time, and Jordi was very nice. We made each other laugh. Too bad he’s 100% hetero. Oh well, you can’t have everything right? I left with a great new tat, pleased as could be.
I ran through the grocery store on the way in, and when I got home I called and talked to my friend Jaimie. He’s Rhonda’s ex, and I haven’t talked to him in a while. He really did Rhonda dirty when they broke up, and pissed off a bunch of people here; but I’ve tried to stay in touch with him and check on him from time to time to make sure he’s OK. Jaimie and Rhonda were really close with Michael and me when we were couples. He seems to be doing well. He’s in service to a woman he seems to be crazy about, and I’m happy for him. They invited me to Vegas again. I think about going every Christmas, and then I don’t.
I realized after we talked that I was in no way prepared to go back to work tomorrow. I put in some laundry and started cooking lunches. As I was doing that, Miss Kat called to check in on me. I was fine, but we talked for a while anyway. It was so thoughtful of her to call and check in on me.
I spent the rest of the evening cooking, cleaning up after that, and doing laundry. I went to CVS twice to get tattoo care supplies. Apparently I was on a clearing out binge at one point and got rid of all my old stuff. I was very, very tired. That second trip to CVS I felt like I was walking on my knees! But eventually I got it all together and climbed gratefully into bed. It’s been a long day, but a good one. I am so tickled with my new ink!!!
I lazed around the house for a while, and since the post-scene horny train had pulled in to the station I had a buddy over for a bit.
I was restless though. I was just ready to get this tattoo thing done. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but hadn’t set aside the time to do it until yesterday. Since I knew that Russ would know the best shop around, I called him for his recommendation. I needed to go by the shop anyway to print out the flash I used for my original tattoo, which I wasn’t sure was still in the computer. Thankfully, it was. Russ told me the shop to go to, but didn’t know the name, and his directions were pretty vague. I had looked up some shops on line and written down addresses on them though. At this point, I was pretty Zen about it. If I liked the place and things worked out I could have the work done, and if not, I wasn’t any worse off than I had been before.
On Russ’s instructions, I headed for Spartanburg. After getting lost for a bit, I eventually found the shop he’d heard good things about. The shop is Shanghai Tattoo, and I had seen their website earlier in the day. When I walked in, the guy behind the desk was on the phone, but he was very nice. I showed him my flash and the work I had done already, and he said he’d fix me right up. No problem, no attitude. He needed drawing time of course (my flash was pretty significantly altered for my tattoo), and so I told him I would just grab some lunch and come back. He didn’t even charge me an art deposit.
Well I was a bit skeptical because he seemed to listen in a hurry if you know what I mean, but the guy (Jordi) had been very nice, and it didn’t hurt that he was cute as a bucket o’ puppies. I ran to lunch and got back, and he was done. He is very talented, and the drawing was very close to what I wanted. After another discussion, and a few changes, which he was extremely open to and good-natured about, we were good to go.
The work he did was just beautiful. It is just as good as (if not better than) the work I had done at All or Nothing. He explained to me that since All or Nothing had gotten famous (I later realized from their website that I’ve seen them on TV) that they really don’t need customers any longer. They sell videos and stuff. They’re also running some kind of champagne service for rich people where they fly them in to town, they stay at a resort, eat gourmet food, and get tattooed. Well small wonder they didn’t have time for little ole me. Nice work if you can get it, I suppose.
It had been a while since I’ve been under the needle. It hurts, but after a little bit you get used to it again. We talked the whole time, and Jordi was very nice. We made each other laugh. Too bad he’s 100% hetero. Oh well, you can’t have everything right? I left with a great new tat, pleased as could be.
I ran through the grocery store on the way in, and when I got home I called and talked to my friend Jaimie. He’s Rhonda’s ex, and I haven’t talked to him in a while. He really did Rhonda dirty when they broke up, and pissed off a bunch of people here; but I’ve tried to stay in touch with him and check on him from time to time to make sure he’s OK. Jaimie and Rhonda were really close with Michael and me when we were couples. He seems to be doing well. He’s in service to a woman he seems to be crazy about, and I’m happy for him. They invited me to Vegas again. I think about going every Christmas, and then I don’t.
I realized after we talked that I was in no way prepared to go back to work tomorrow. I put in some laundry and started cooking lunches. As I was doing that, Miss Kat called to check in on me. I was fine, but we talked for a while anyway. It was so thoughtful of her to call and check in on me.
I spent the rest of the evening cooking, cleaning up after that, and doing laundry. I went to CVS twice to get tattoo care supplies. Apparently I was on a clearing out binge at one point and got rid of all my old stuff. I was very, very tired. That second trip to CVS I felt like I was walking on my knees! But eventually I got it all together and climbed gratefully into bed. It’s been a long day, but a good one. I am so tickled with my new ink!!!
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