August 18th, 2008 by Robin
…and it was eventful! I FINALLY got my day off of work last Friday. I was so excited to NOT go in I didn’t know what to do with myself. My Sister in Law, Kellie,decided to bring me damn near into Mexico. We went to the Super Walmart in Douglas to go shopping and basically to get me as far away from Ft Huachuca as she could. She had been fussing because I had been working really hard…and on the weekends. I am starting to realize the NCOs in the Army have their hands full with the daily issues and drama of the soldiers. I know my job isn’t even a piece of the stress that they deal with…but the issues and drama that I deal with is enough for me to bow down to each NCO I come across and scream “I’M NOT WORTHY!!” :)
Anyway…I went to Douglas…got some shopping done and broke a nail. I was gonna wait until next week to get mt nails refilled but I was told by one of the soldiers that I am a Diva. Me?? A Diva?? I would have never thunk it…
So of course I had to get my nails done…my feet done…and my eyebrows waxed. Doing one without the other makes no sense. I didn’t workout on Friday due to TOM starting. The first day of that for me usually means doing nothing but trying to stave off the pain. Exercise is out of the question! I did weigh myself:
153.2
Up a bit but I liken that to TOM and not food. I do expect to see a loss this Friday since all the bloating the bitchiness will be a thing of the past. I usually become Robzilla during TOM week. Most males flee the area when they see me. I really need to look into getting treatment for PMDD. No PMS is that bad…
SO…Saturday rolls in and I decided to have two Midlife crisis moments. I decided to get my nose pierced and get a new tattoo. The tattoo was discounted by the artist because…
- He thought I was “perfect“. My daughter was FREAKING because the guy was flirting his tail off. He was in his middle 40’s and just couldn’t get over that I am 39. My child had to leave the area several times because she said that watching and listening to this guy hit on me was just “grody“. It also didn’t help that I didn’t notice any of this until after she pointed it out to me. I told her he was probably just jocking for a tip. My daughter tells me that discounting a tattoo the size that I got by 75.00 was not him “trying to get a tip“…she says he was “trying to get a booty call“. Whatever…
- He was a “guest artist” from North Carolina. That just may have been the reason it was discounted…still my daughter insists that it was “booty hunting“. I wonder about that child..
I have been wanting this tattoo for almost three years. I figured that it had to be the one since I still wanted the damned thing as much in present day. I will get a picture of the “kitty cat” tat this evening and post it. It was so funny. When I was getting it about six Asian Pacific Islanders (that is the PC thing to say…right?) that own the China Buffet next door to the shop came in. One of them was getting a tattoo…and the rest were there to support the kid I guess. The female came right up to the chair and started to stare at my back.
Oh yeah…I got a semi Tramp Stamp. It is a lower back tattoo…but it is low enough where it doesn’t peek out and be obnoxious over my jeans. Plus…it is just a kitty cat with some paws prints leading up to the cat.
Where was I??
The woman…
Well the woman was just staring at my back. She was bent over staring at my lower back. Then she called out to the 4 other MALES and had them come and stare at my lower back. I was like…”Um…may I help you??” BTW…while all this is going on…my nose starts to bleed because I had just pierced it…So uncomfortable. Here I am…bloody nose, lower back exposed, getting stabbed in my spine while a guy was trying to hit one me, with 5 Asian Pacific Islanders all bent over staring at my back. Real cute and real sexy…
The female was all excited…pointing at my back and telling the guys something. The Artist stopped what he was doing for a moment and glared at them…my daughters kept asking me if I was alright…and for some reason my leg and foot kept jumping into the air. It was at that moment the tattoo artist reached the nerve in my spine that controlled my leg. I was really expecting them to pull out cameras and start taking pictures. Finally she asks me in broken English…”It hurts? I want THAT. It hurts??” Now…I already found out that EVERYONE in the world has the dragon tattoo that I picked out for myself. I haven’t seen this kitty cat/paw combo anywhere. So of course I tell her…the pain is terrible. It hurts really bad! It didn’t really hurt but I at least wanted the tattoo for a day before someone else got the exact one in the same place. So they all turn their attention to the kid getting his, guess, DRAGON TATTOO that is exactly like mine. :) I’m getting the dragon fixed some kind of way to make it look different. I even saw this damned dragon on Angus Sutherland’s back from Lost Boys 2: The Tribe movie. It is on Twelve Pack from I Love New York…and Angelina Jolie has this particular tat. I believe this dragon will become a flower really soon.
So my weekend was spent recouping from getting the piercings and the tattoo done. I did workout on Sunday. I started with Dedication. Billy will definitely get me into the shape that I have been wanting for a long time. I have more inspiration to keep fit since I got this latest tattoo.
I know I am going through my crisis…just like my husband did. The difference between his crisis and mine is I am decorating myself with ink and jewelry. He decorated himself with 20 year olds. My daughter thinks my crisis is way cooler… I would have to agree.
I am working out tonight…I will be back later…