Holding nothing back…

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Ok, so I’m a wannabe tattoo addict.  Until Saturday, I had one tattoo and have wanted another for years. Saturday, I got tattoo number two, and already have plans for numbers three and four.  =c)  Don’t ask me why I love tattoos so much. I just do, on myself and on others.

So here’s my new tattoo:



About a month ago, DH and I bought a 2003 Suzuki Intruder Volusia. Yes, a stinking motorcycle! LOL He gave up his motorcycles 16 years ago when we had our oldest, and promptly regretted it. I promised him that “one of these days” when the kids were older, we’d get him another motorcycle. Over the past 16 years, his taste in bikes has changed, thank goodness, from crotch rockets to cruisers so that’s what we got.

And if I’m being TOTALLY honest, I’m enjoying the hell out of riding with him! It’s just so much fun to get on the bike and ride out to the lake for an afternoon, or find some country backroad to ride down, or just get on the highway and cruise. We aren’t going that fast, in fact we’re going slower than we would in the car, so I can’t say it’s the speed. I always braid my hair and wear a helmet, so it’s not the “wind in my hair” or whatever. I just don’t know.

The biggest side effect of riding has been in MY attitude towards MYSELF, which makes absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. Since we got the bike, I carry myself a little taller, I look people in the eye and smile more, I’m more confident. I can’t explain it. Why on earth would something like a motorcycle, that I’m not even driving, change the way I feel about myself?!?

Whatever it is, I’m liking it on a bunch of different levels. The motorcycle is here to stay, and I just might get one all to myself in the spring. Why the hell not?

Oh, and here’s the bike =c)

A friend of mine and I went to see The Women last night.  It was the first time I have been out of the house since the surgery except to ride with dh to the bbq place up the street to pick up dinner one evening.  Since we were doing an impromptu “Girls Night” we decided to see a chick flick that the men wouldn’t have taken us to willingly.  “c)

I was pleasantly surprised, actually.  It was a charming, funny, heart-tugging story about the various relationships women have with other women:  Mother-daughter, friends, sisters, coworkers, boss-employee, etc.  You very rarely saw a man on screen as more than background, which was kind of nice.  These women didn’t need men to identify them, support them, direct them, protect them, or anything else.  They were fully actualized characters in their own rights.

Meg Ryan plays Mary Haines, a wealthy socialite with a job in her father’s design firm, a position on the board of several charitable organizations, a daughter, a huge (BEAUTIFUL) house, four very close female friends, and a cheating husband.  And, yes, at the beginning of the film that seems to be pretty much the order she places their importance into.

Annette Benning plays Sylvia Fowler, a New York fashion magazine editor trying to turn the magazine around and stop “dumbing it down.”  Her mission at the magazine is to “talk UP” the the readers, and her (male) boss doesn’t believe in her vision.

Debra Messing plays Edie Cohen, wife and mother to four girls and still trying for a boy.

Jada Pinkett-Smith plays Alex Fisher, the funny, irreverant, hard-partying lesbian friend (who’s lesbianism is, thankfully, played as just a fact of her life).  Alex was actually my favorite character in the movie.  She had some of the best lines and the way Jada played her made me wish I had a friend like Alex.

Eva Mendes plays Crystal Allen, the mistress.  Something about Ms. Mendes’ performance was just lacking for me.  In past movies she has come across as incredibly sexy without appearing to TRY, but in this movie she just feel short.  There was something about her walk, the toss of her head, the pout, that just came across as more comical and stupid than sexy.  Maybe it was done on purpose because we were *supposed* to dislike Crystal, I don’t know.  I just know that Mendes came out looking less like the Sexy, Evil, Other Woman than like a ditz that was trying too hard.

Mendes, however was the only disappointing performance in the movie.  The four main characters shined, and their portrayal of friendship left me saying “I’m so glad I have that!” and very proud to be a woman.

Body Acceptance Moment:  Sylvia is talking to Mary’s daughter, Molly.  Molly admits to smoking so that she won’t eat because she doesn’t want to be fat.  “I want to look like the models in your magazine.”  Sylvia replies “Those women are staged, airbrushed, and photoshopped!  NOBODY looks like those women!  THEY don’t even look like that!”


Our BUSY but fun-filled weekend started Friday evening with friends coming over and a fire in the backyard (we’re burning some brush on top of a tree stump burn it out).  We ended up visiting until well after one in the morning and just had an awesome time!

Saturday, we got up and spent the morning and afternoon with the kids, playing in the pool and just enjoying each others company.  That evening, we went out with friends to a local club that we all enjoy.  It’s just a laid-back, friendly place that is a TON of fun.  None of us were ready for the party to end, so we all went over to J&P’s house to hang out in their hot tub.  DH and I ended up not getting to bed until after the sun had started coming over the horizon!  (Thank all that is even REMOTELY holy that our kids are all old enough to get their own breakfast and entertain themselves without direct supervision for a while!)

Yesterday, we went out to a friends house so that DH could fix their air conditioner (yep, we’re already using AC in Texas), and she decided that she wanted to take their boat out on the lake for the first time this season.  So while the guys worked on the AC, she and I went and cleaned the boat up after it’s having been stored all winter.  Both “work crews” got finished at about the same time, so off we went!  We ended up anchoring at this little sand bar with a bunch of other boats, including one that I swear the owner had WAY too much money for his own good because he had a sound system on that boat that a dance club would have KILLED for!  I won’t even try to estimate how many boats were there, and they said it was a LIGHT day!  Someone had brought a volleyball net and set it up in the water, and everyone was just hanging out and having a good time.  And despite the fact that a boat full of skinny bitches (all in the 20-25 age range), out there flashing the guys, dancing like strippers, and just generally being obnoxious, seemed determined to make fun of the two “fat chicks” in the boat next to them, us, we had a good time.  We heard a couple of comments about our weight, but after being called “a couple of water buffalo” I couldn’t just ignore it anymore.  I looked at my friend, who looked ready to cry, and said (loudly enough for the skinny bitches to hear) “Yep, I’m a fat chick, and I REFUSE to be ashamed.”  They didn’t quite know how to react, but the ugly comments stopped even if the ugly looks didn’t.  :::shrug::::  Baby steps Pet, baby steps…

After the lake, we went back to our friends house for dinner (at their insistence), and as I was walking down the steps from the kitchen to the living room, one of my sandals flipped when it should have flopped and I fell down the last two steps on my knees.  My only injury is a minor rugburn on both knees.

So today, I am exhausted, windburned, sunburned, and rugburned.  And it’s a GOOD thing.  “c)