I don't know why I do it. I must have had a momentary lapse in my reasoning, a few seconds of madness...but I invited my son's friend to sleep over with us tonight. I usually don't mind the kids having friends over to stay, if Dave's here...at least then I have some back-up when things get rough. But, as we all know, he's gone..and I'm in the house with 4 children, 3 of them boys aged 9, 8 and 7. My eldest son morphs into someone else when he has friends over. He gets really cocky,...

I'm having a bad day today. I'm just in a crappy mood. Nothing fits right, and everything is pissing me off or making me blue. I looked at my monroe this morning and thought that maybe I don't like it as much as I thought I would...got to second guessing myself that maybe I'm too old for it, maybe my kids were right, perhaps I should be more mainstream. I've resisted the temptaion to take it out....because that will tick me off even more when I get over this mood and realize that I real...

My lip's hardly swollen at all, so I thought I'd show y'all what it looks like... Link ..and it doesn't really hurt much, either.

2 of my kids aren't speaking to me. It's because of the piercing. My son, Davey, initially had a cow and told me I needed to take it out. He's calmed down some, but is still a little reserved. I'm not surprised, I kind of expected that from him. My daughter, however, is a different matter. Of all of them, I thought that she'd be a little more accepting of it. Shea is 11 1/2, and is a practicing Buddhist. She latched onto it a couple of years ago after watching and listening t...

Well, I did it. I got a Monroe. I almost chickened out, I drove around town for ages after having spoken with Peggy, my piercer this morning. I came home, emailed Dave to make sure it was okey doke with him...then went back, paid the money and got it done. Anyone who tell you it hurts is lying to you. This had to be the most pain - LESS piercing I've ever had (and I've had a few, some in some pretty darn sensitive places) All I felt was pressure, no pain at all really. Now my l...

I'm thinking, and have been seriously considering getting a 'Monroe' (facial piercing, right about the spot that Marilyn had her mole - aka a Madonna or a Crawford) or maybe a labret (in the dimple of your bottom lip). I marked on myself with an eyeliner last week to see what I'd look like with one, and to be honest I think I prefer the Monroe. You can get some really small beads for either piercing, so I wouldn't have some heavy, huge hardware in there...it'd be really delicate and da...

My last blog inspired me to take a look at myself...... ..I'm becoming a girly girl. I used to be a tomboy, a real guy's girl..a 'lad-ette' as the British put it. More at home in jeans and boots than a dress and heels, determined to hang as tough as any guy...and I did, even if it meant getting injured. I've played flag and full contact football where I've been the only lad-ette on the team, I've drank as much as (if not more than) quite a few dudes I've hung out with, I've out-shot...

I'm reading a book called 'Love Dharma', about relationship's from a buddhist woman's perspective. At the end of it is a poem that made me laugh out loud because I have a feeling that this is pretty much how i'm going to be when I'm 65. "Growing Old The Willis Way' by Jamie Markus, age eighteen. The day my great-grandmother Willis turned sixty-five she decided she would spend the rest of her life wearing fishnet stockings and red lipstick. Her place of dwelling became Big Larr...

I haven't felt needed much of late. I mean, I feel neccessary around my home - who else is going to wash dirty socks and clean toilets - but apart from that I've felt at a loose end. I used to volunteer over at the base Legal Office, and quite enjoyed myself. Made friends with an attorney over there who thought I wrote well and gave me stuff to do. In particular I wrote letters of affirmation for Line Of Duty (LOD) cases. The involved going through the files, reading all the informati...

Dave sent me flowers today. You may wonder why this is a big deal to me...well, I'll tell you. He's never sent me flowers before. He's bought them for me and given them to me himself, he's picked them for me...but he's never had flowers delivered to me. We just have never been the kind of couple that did stuff like that...we've always been pretty non-traditional in the gift-giving department. He's asked before if I'd like it if he sent me flowers, and I always said I'd rather he took ...

I'm in love. He's been all I can think about in the past couple of days. The way he smells...I can still smell him faintly on the shirt he left behind. I put it on a pillow and I sleep with it...it's almost like he's still here. The things he does..I see so much of him in our sons. Nuances of their Dad, little quirks they've inherited - the way the eldest holds his pencil; the way the youngest eats his cereal...miniature versions of him running around our house. The way he so...

Well, i'm back. A little fuzzy around the edges......and really fucking sore. The surgeon removed an egg sized lump of tissue from my breast. He said that it looked like scar tissue. We summised that when I had the truck accident last fall my seat belt, in addition to breaking a lot of bones in my chest, tore off some of my breast tissue and my body then went into overdrive trying to repair itself and created a large amount of scar tissue. He said he had to cut the lump into two pieces...

I'm naked. Totally naked, for the first time in ages. No accoutrements, no embellishments, no adornments...nothing. No lotions, potions, no sprays, no perfumes, no gels, waxes, pomades...nothing. No make up, not even any deodorant. A towel, yes (sorry if I shattered your illusion!)..but I even had to take the nail color off my toe nails. I didn't realise how much 'stuff' I use until I didn't use it. Naked and listening to The Clash (Should I stay or should I go). Prepa...

I'm in a fantastically shitty mood today. It started with the 'Pascal's Wager' fiasco. That was a wonderful way to start the day, I should have know that would happen when I first posted it....oh well, hindsight and all that. That, combined with my nervouseness and trepidation about tomorrow has served to make me a fucking bitch to be around. You know, I thought that I'd be tearfully scared, and I havent been. I had a bit of a blub this afternoon, but got over that pretty quickly...n...

I was reading some of Pascal's 'Pensees' ( Blaise Pascal, 1623-1662) and thought that just for fun I'd post the Wager to see what kind of response it got... It goes something like this: "If you believe, and God exists, you gain everything. If you disbelieve, and God exists, you lose everything." In other words... "It makes more sense to believe in God than to not believe. If you believe, and God exists, you will be rewarded in the afterlife. If you do not believe, and He exists, ...