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!
“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.
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?????
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’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??
Linda Vernon’s blog is one of the funniest, most creative and well written blogs I’ve read in ages. This particular gem had me going today!! Make sure you click below for a good time.
Revisited: The Wackadoodle Adventure of 1956 Mom.
Here is a follow up for those of you who are interested. I told you before how it pisses me off to be pissed off. And I was seriously pissed at my husband. Now, there is no doubt I will be again, but for right now, I am okay with him. I told him that I wanted an apology (a real one) and some flowers.
Instead, he bought me a new tablet, and then apologized to me in front of our daughter. It felt sincere and actually made me feel better.
So, all is forgiven….until next time!
This is nothing short of wonderful and full of compassion.
Scary Mommy, you got a new big fan! Mommy Man, you know I love you!!
Scary Mommy’s Thanksgiving Project | Mommy Man.
Big fight with the spouse. I hate that word. Sounds like piss or something. Like a sproutie piss. Sorry. Cracking myself up here.
I don’t enjoy being angry. I try so hard not to go there, but sometimes people WANT to piss you off. That’s purely incomprehensible to me. I like it when people are sort of chill and happy. I try to nudge and prod people away from sadness or anger when it’s useless. I doubt I’m successful most of the time, but I have a plain way of speaking that is hard to misunderstand. My daughter said to me the other day “Mama, its like you love everybody. Except Puffy. You might even hate him.” And I realized that she’s right. Even about Puffy! When someone gets me so angry that I can’t ignore it, it starts to fester in an unhealthy way until I can get some peace with that person. I’ve always been bad at it, not knowing how or if I should act/speak on the anger. Then I find myself in awkward situations where I want to talk and laugh and listen to someone who I’m angry with, but I just get quiet. When and if they sense a change in me, I explain why I’m feeling pissy and usually it all gets to a semi happy ending.
I’m owed an apology, and I hope it comes soon. In the meantime, be good to each other. And tell me how it is for you to be pissed off!
Tattoo helps Ganesh Raghunath Dhangade find his mum in India after 24 years | Herald Sun.
What an amazing story. His parents boarded a train without him, and they never found each other again. Until now. It really makes me wonder how this could happen…but I’m glad he found his family!