Fresh Ink

I've been working on the rough sketch for my first tattoo...

and it's gonna go right here.

Riviera Maya

Wow, it's been awhile. I can't believe you're still here. Gotta be honest, it took me one, two, three...dozen tries to remember my blog password. Actually, that's a lie. I never remembered it and had to make a new one after tackling every word in the English and highly underused Pig-Latin language. I didn't even attempt Spanish because it's become very clear after a recent trip to Mexico that I know notta wordo of espanol. But between nodding and smiling and eating way too many spicy foods (including grasshoppers!) I was off swashbuckling and following treasure maps that led to ancient remains of sandcastles. I took a lot of photos while exploring with my first ever big-girl camera! Here are a few.

Salvation: Unleashed

A toxic blemish on my soul

Four years and sixty-two days

My conscience, a black hole

Assumed this hype was just a phase

One Sunday morning, before the sun

When thinking was not clear

A sign the atrocity had begun

Terrified squirrels ran away in fear

That shrill bark, unshakable

Pierced echoes reaching the Bahamas

to a group of musicians- dabatable

While frozen with remorse. I stand outside in footy pajamas

That clammy lock was unhinged

On that gate to their salvation

As it swung open- I cringed

Broken under heavy temptation

No more can this secret thrash about

I, I let the dogs out

Gaga's Gaga

Anybody else think Lady Gaga obsessively sings about her Papa Ratzi?

"I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me....Papa. Papa Ratzi."

Gross.

I'm my own woman, Mama

We clean for our maids. We get fit for our trainers. We tan BEFORE going poolside. Why are Americans so ashamed of the "before" and the fact that we're mere mortal. Why can't we just be accepted for our sloppy, chunky, pasty selves. I have more to say, but I'm too busy popping a pimple before my facial.

The Client

Let’s say I was to plan an elaborate $15,000,000 gourmet dinner for a group of 50 million people that took 2 years to create. But just as the dinner bell is being rung and my hungry guests are waiting with anticipation, I realize there are no dishes to serve it on...

...then WHY did I make the meal in the first place if I had no idea how to present it?!

Got Milk?

Ok, this is weird. But what if lactating mothers can somehow produce different types of milk that determine our genetic make-up. You don't get it? I don't either.