I’m rather proud of myself though. I never thought I’d do some of the things I have and while I’m no professional model by any means I gave it my all and it turned out remotely well. I’m still pessimistic about some of the shots I put on DA, but hell you can’t expect too much from a wanna-be pin up who lives in a small house & has to use the timer on her camera to take most of her pictures. Feel free to check it out. I should put a warning on it, but I’m guessing 90% of the people on here are adults and can understand what the word “pin up” includes as far as the picture spectrum goes.

While doing all of this in the back of my head I’ve been super worried. The count down to when my friend Joel moves here is getting extremely close and we have yet to secure them a house or even get through filling out the job application. It makes me extremely nervous to think he won’t have a job when he gets here or a house. We are two couples of extremely unorganized people. Not a good mix for any sort of thing especially moving.

Juno! The new kitten.

Since I brought it up…I’ve noticed that having a child is very similar to getting a puppy who eventually learns to talk and walk upright. I don’t say this to be mean or cruel it’s simply the best thing I could relate being a parent to. I mean if you take out the whole birth thing you have a small being which you have to potty train, feed, give attention, make sure they don’t kill themselves on accident, and teach them how to be at least semi-self sufficient. You hope that eventually you can leave them at home with out them peeing on the carpet or doing something that might cause the house to set on fire. I’ll be happy when Sammy stops thinking she can magically phase through walls/doors.

As for the nonsense with Joel, well, it’s a little confusing. I love playing video games with him , but I’m not exactly a quiet or friendly gamer. I cuss frequently, accidentally team (no sarcasm intended), and often enjoy trash talking. I don’t know if I’m somehow making him feel like shit while were gaming or if my attitude is just too much to handle compared to how I am normally, but it doesn’t seem to be going well. I could be over thinking things, but usually when I get the whole “doom doomy doom” feeling it’s dead on. Maybe the idea of moving here doesn’t seem so great anymore? Maybe he thinks he’d be better off somewhere else? I’m not really too sure, but if that’s the case I’d hope he’d tell me. Who knows, I’m probably just being my regular ole paranoid self, maybe it’s all in my head. I sure as fuck hope so.

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I woke up the next morning to Joe on my laptop (which is happening quite a bit lately) looking up Wikipedia junk. He’s addicted I swear. He had already made the kid breakfast, changed her diaper and fed himself. I was slightly impressed. I did my normal morning routine along with hunting down the anti-bacterial stuff for my nose. I finally stepped on it after deciding that the bathroom definitely was the last place I saw it. I mixed up my sea salt potion, grabbed a q-tip and was totally not expecting the little stings of pain when I cleaned out my piercing. I cussed a little bit as I walked back out into the living room and sat down next to Joe.

After about five minutes of watching my husband drool over Jean Grey I remembered (for no apparent reason) that my parents had told me at the beginning of the week they were coming up today (which also happened to be the same phone call where my Dad apologized out his ass for being a drunk douche bag). I looked at the clock and called them up. They had been camping and had just woken up themselves. I decided not to mention the shiny ring in my nose and see how long it took them to figure out it was real once they got here.

They finally arrived around 10:30 am. My dad is like most women when it comes to preparing for an outing of any kind. He spends like 30 minutes to an hour showering, getting dressed, and making over what little hair on his head he has left. My mom on the other hand is just so used to waiting for my dad that by the time he’s ready to go she’s already moved on to something else. You can see where complications come in. They walked in the door and their attention was instantly on Sammy. Normal, grandparent behavior. I waited for them to notice my new body accessory and when I was sure they had I pointed out it was completely real. My mom was the one I didn’t expect out of the two to disbelieve it’s authenticity. I actually had to move it back and fourth through my nose to get her to realize it was indeed real, permanent, and very “in there“.

The day was the basic “parents visiting for a few hours” scenario. They played with the kid, gave us a ride to Wal*Mart to hunt for an action figure that of course wasn’t there, bought Sammy some cute toys and just generally hung out. By the end of it I was so annoyed with my father that I was glad to see them go. He is one of the few human beings on this Earth that can easily get under my skin. I love him because I have to. He helped create me, “raised” me, and gave me a home for 15 years, but not without a mental toll. I have several flaws and mental ticks I relate to living with my father. One of them is being able to tell very successfully when someone is lying to you and I can tell a bullshit artist from a mile away so I can’t say they are all bad.

After they left Joe and I walked up to the store with Sammy and bought some grilling out items, ate dinner and relaxed. I have to say it was very Norman Rockwell compared to most of our weekends. It was a pretty good ending I must say.

I walked back and sat down on the big squishy chair. The only other chair back there and also the chair I hadn’t gotten to sit in either time for my tattoo. He started getting ready, putting the infamous rubber gloves on, and marked my nose. He was even nice enough to let me preview the ring. I was instructed to take a huge breath in when he said go. I felt the cold little point on my nose and before I could realize what was happening the word “Go!” was said and I gasped like I had just come up from almost drowning. The pain was…pretty damn bad. As soon as the needle went all the way through my eyes watered like I was just kicked in my metaphorical balls. There was a lot of blood that I only noticed because my upper lip felt slight warm. He had the captive ring in before I even opened my eyes and when I did he was just adjusting and putting the ball on.

I listened to his instructions on how to take care of it and walked out of the tattoo shop with a serious promise to recommend people I knew. Which I already have (at least for the tattoo guy). Going down the street the first time with a big, shiny thing on my face was definitely interesting. Three valley girls walking the opposite direction of me made some rude comments along the lines of “What’s on your face?” and in my slight buzz from getting pierced I could only come back with “I should be asking you the same thing…” Hey, I may be a loser, but at least I’m comfortable with myself.

I’ve been contemplating reading Marvel Zombies. I’m not too sure if it’s a comic book I can just jump right into though considering I haven’t read really any Marvel comics to date, but it the art work alone is enough to make me want to try. What girl could pass up a comic with a part in it titled: Marvel Zombies vs. Army of Darkness? The Bruce Campbell fan in me squealed and I’ve been searching the internet to find more information. Joe already has all the MZ comics on his computer so I might sneak on via the networking thing we have set up on the router and indulge one of these days when I need a break from all the Batman-ness.

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