Hey guys! I’m going to be winding down on Mama Tattoo to focus more on Mama Tarot for a bit.
I’ll be back…
Many of you know I’ve been a card reader for well over 35 years, and now that I’ve finally found the freedom that I needed, I’m going to be a full time psychic medium here on Long Island.
I still love tattoos, and tattoo artists, but I need to focus a bit on my own craft! Please come join me at MamaTarot – I’ll still be complaining and whining an commenting on things, so you can do that with me there now.
Please come with. The more the merrier!
It put my heart through the wringer reading about Avery’s misadventures in Toronto. We haven’t heard from her for a bit now, and that’s frightening.
Please get up to date on the situation if you haven’t heard about it.
Transgender comedian Avery Edison held at Toronto airport, tweets her way through | torontolife.com.
Tell Cuomo That Fracking Leads to Climate Change.
Please, please sign this petition. Fracking sucks. It has no place anywhere near living beings.
“You look just like your mother!” Ever hear that? Check this out! I swear, I want to do one with my daughter and one with a photo of my mom.
Ulric Collette | Portraits génétiques.
Yes, that’s his name. I have nothing further to say on this.
Video: Britain’s most tattooed man refused passport – Birmingham Mail.
Recently I’ve been thinking about how much I love my little house. I suck at housekeeping, so that leads me to:
Dream #1. I’d love to have a cleaning lady. No, seriously. An organizing whiz/cleaning lady (or crew, or Mr Clean, so long as they’re into what they do and are nice). This would just be such an amazing gift to my family and me.
Dream # 2. My house is small. As I said, that’s fine with me. But…if I could knock down the back wall of my house and add a few feet to my Kiddo’s room, our computer room and my bedroom, wow……. Big friggin windows in each room, maybe a window seat in my room??? Yeah. Amazeballs!
My house is just a teeny bit bigger!
A house with no back wall. So you can see!!
Dream # 3. Eventually, maybe we can build a second floor on the house. Maybe i can have a room for psychic readings upstairs for groups who want to experience the medium in me!
Dream # 4. This closely relates to dream # 1. I want my basement clean. Devoid of bugs, spiders and those friggin sprickets. I do not want them dead. I merely would like them to be relocated to a place where they won’t make anyone scream and they won’t be in any danger from humans. I’m thinking our shed would work!
Dream # 5. This is a two parter. The first part is getting my license to drive. That will be what I need to get myself a serious muscle car, circa 1968. Oh yes that would be mad cool!!!
muscle cars. yeah
These are my dreams. Of course a built in pool and a deck would be even nicer, but I think these will be after my initial 3 to 5 year dream plan.
I told you mine. What are yours?????
Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
That’s my question, up there. It’s the daily inspiration. Of course I wrote it days ago, and forgot to post it. Blah!
My strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness was when I enrolled in acting school and actually had to perform. In front of humans. Most of which I didn’t know at all. The rest I had met one day a week prior.
I’m shy and I’m scared to death but I went up there and I did my best. And then it turned into an adrenaline rush, and I didn’t want it to end. EVER!!! But every week I’d feel that same terror, the same sickness. But I’d go up and do the scene and each time, I didn’t want it to end. It was like pleasant torture. It brought out the best in me, and it showed me I had strength to do what I never thought I could. Best therapy ever.
I got to do so many cool things while in Basic Technique I and II. Then I went on to Scene Study, and was dragged by much younger, cooler and hipper people to Improv. And that’s where I met my husband. Pretty awesome, right? No wonder our Kiddo is so….dramatic!
I love the idea of these! Have you ever played Sardines? I think I have, but I never knew what it was called!
I’m gonna do this. We’re gonna do the unplugged night this week and I’ll let you know if it’s hysterical or boring!
Unplugged: 10 Hilarious Games for Family Night – Lifestyle – Duluth, GA Patch.
My heart goes out to this family. I hope whatever will happen brings some measure of peace to her family, however small a comfort that may be.
What do YOU think happened to this little girl?
British police ‘preparing to make arrests’ in Madeleine McCann case | UK news | theguardian.com.
I love these, but also find them slightly creepy. The kid is adorable, but I wonder if she works around his sleeping baby body, or if she picks him up and plunks him into these scenes??
Mom Turns Sons Naps Into Enchanting Fairy Tale Dream Lands (GALLERY).
I’m flabbergasted. (And I can’t seem to get rid of that image of the happy birthday cake. Pretend it says Happy Fucking New Year, okay?)
Hah hah! I’ve always wanted to use that word.
Now, I get sick on an average of 4 to 5 or even 6 times per year. I rang in the new year with a sinus/ear special infection, and have been recovering with the cursed antibiotics since.
My husband, who proudly proclaims that he’s NEVER sick, is just that. Sick. He’s got bronchitis, and as soon as he got the Official Seal of Bronchitis, he’s taken to having a mantra of “I feel so sick” and then “oh my God”, and occasionally, “am I gonna die?” The final question has had a change in answer since yesterday. I now tell him “yes, yes you will. It’s up to you if it’s sooner or later”.
Whining. Requesting all kinds of things. Being a total pain in the ass. Begging to have his temperature taken every 20 minutes.
But I’m a Buddhist, and I’m working on my compassion. I’m trying, honestly. I have to wonder what the neighbors think as I walk from the sickbed (bedroom) to the kitchen saying something along the lines of “Okay honey. I’ll get you more water. And then I’ll dump it over your fucking head if you don’t stop telling me how shitty you feel and how to handle our daughter from your bed!!!!!”
Do you know that yesterday was so bad that when my sister picked up Kiddo and I to go to Walmart, I was excited!!! I HATE Walmart with a passion!!!!
Ah, and on the final bit. I am now sick. Ugh. I feel so sick. Oh my GOD! Am I gonna die??
And that’s okay with me.
This has been an interesting and challenging year. No employment, but I think I’ve discovered my path. I actually discovered it a long time ago, but I don’t rake leaves or shovel snow, so I lost it over and over again.
Well, not this year. I have it sprawled out in front of me like yarn leading to another room, and out the door and out into the world.
At least I don’t have a cat…anymore.
I am a psychic medium and that’s where it is for me. Yay!!
What are your plans for the new year? I hope that you are all happy, healthy and free to do what you need to do this year.