Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water…

I’m no where near the beach, but the barracuda’s got to me anyway…

I started out thoroughly pissed off, but quickly deteriorated into a depressed state consisting of a steady stream of tears fueled by hurt, resentment and bewilderment…

Why?

Because if one is circulating a family newsletter-type update about one’s life, INCLUDE ALL OF YOUR FUCKING FAMILY. Period. If you don’t happen to have contact info for family members of 14+ years, for God’s sake ASK. Stating in your email that you’ve included everyone BUT a very specific branch of your family does not in any way absolve you from your blatant disregard for their feelings. What it does in fact, is clarify to everyone who received your email that you don’t consider this branch as family at all.

Fine. Have it your way. WE’RE NOT YOUR FAMILY. Do us a favor and don’t ever again refer to us as such.Β  Please do not attempt to pour on any phoney charm when we’re around you, it’s transparent and quite frankly it’s embarrassing. Just don’t.

We will certainly be civil and polite when we see you, because we are good people and it’s not in our nature to be mean girls….

I. AM. DONE.

This post will probably embarrass, annoy, irritate you. Guess what? I don’t give a fuck, y’all taught me that…At least I’m honest.

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Heh heh, Guess what I got?

Ya know how you look for the BEST souvenir when you go on vacation?

Something unique, that really captures the memory of your trip??

Ya know how Chef Vivi used to be a sailor???

Guess what we did?

We got matching tattoos!

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This was taken as soon as we got home from the tattoo shop! Vivi’s arm is upside down here!

I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a new tattoo for a couple of years, since the only other one I have is about 31 years old. I haven’t seen it in years, it’s on my hip bone and I’m “fluffier” than I was back in the day so there’s a fat roll obstructing my view!

My other tat was done in someone’s home (I know, I know. But it was pre-HIV era and we didn’t know any better). I was completely and totally schnockered during the whole process…It’s a….unicorn. A sweet little colorful unicorn floating on a cloud….I was 20. It was the 80’s. Don’t judge me…

This time I put a lot more thought into it. I knew I wanted something meaningful and symbolic for me. I found a picture of a Celtic symbol for Mother and Child online andΒ  I mentioned it to Viv one day a couple of weeks before Gus was born and she was immediately onboard!

We knew we wanted it to be uber feminine, no hard black outlines. We tweaked the original photo, I drew up a sketch and after Gus was born we started searching for a reputable shop on the Island, armed with a couple of recommendations. We talked to artists, viewed shops (checking for cleanliness!) read online reviews, waiting to get a warm fuzzy feeling. As soon as we met Brian at Lot’s of Art our search was over! We made our appointment for the following day…

Did you know you can’t get drunk as Cooter Brown before you get tattooed anymore?? Rules man….

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This is me, all healed up! I chose purple (I took Brian a paint color card from Home Depot! A first for him he said πŸ™‚ and he managed to work 4 shades of purple into that thin little line!) for the main design, to represent the month of February which is my wedding anniversary month. The 2 colored dots in the middle are Garnet and Alexandrite (It’s actually pinker than true Alexandrite, but the truer lavender color disappeared into my skin) to represent Vivi and Brit respectively, with their babies represented on the sides, Peridot for Gus and Citrine for Peanut.

It’s simple. It’s symbolic. I adore it!

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This one is Vivi’s, with one little Peridot dot for Gus! She left room to add more dots for MORE BABIES! Hers is about 25% bigger than mine…

I did not tell Hubs we were doing this. I surprised him when I got home!

Guess who is going today to get one of her own? Peanut’s Mommy! So both my girls and I will have the same symbolic ink, customized for our own babies and taste…

LOVE.

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Ahhhh my Butt missed it’s comfy chair…

I’m home & my Butt is ecstatic! The journey home was a cluster f*ck of epic proportions, but I made it in one piece (as did my luggage) and was greeted at the terminal by the sweetest Baby girl who ran to me as fast as her chubby legs would carry her, arms stretched out for me & a big happy smile on her face! She was accompanied by my loving Hubs who hugged me so tight, as well as her Mommy who cried along with me when she hugged me…

I felt so loved πŸ™‚

As of this moment I am wrapped in my snuggly soft quilt, sitting in my comfy chair (if my Butt could smile it would) sipping chamomile tea from my favorite cup, not even caring that it’s 4 a.m. and my brain is so confused about what time zone it’s in….

I’m home…

Nothing else matters right now…

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The Continuing Saga of Homesick Gram….

No, I didn’t fall off the planet!!

Just lazy…

I’ll be home a week from today if you’re on Guam time, a week from tomorrow if you’re on any time zone in the U.S….in this instance I prefer Guam.

Thinking about finding part-time employment when I get home….

Also thinking about a puppy…

And selling my house (yes, again)….

Redecorating my bedroom is on the list of things swirling through my brain as well….

There’s a lot going on in there for such a small space!

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Leaving this little guy is at the top of my “I won’t think ’bout that tuhday, I’ll think ’bout it tuhmarrah” list….

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Just as missing this Baby has been on my mind since the second I got on a plane headed for the South Pacific….

There are people silly enough to think I won’t miss one as long as I have the other, as if my Grands are interchangeable….

Not even a little bit true…

*sigh*

Send Happy thoughts for my flights!

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15…

That’s how many days until I get on a plane and start the long journey home…

I’m so excited!!!

I’m so sad….

I cannot WAIT to see my Peanut! Her sweet smile and giggles are like Sunshine, and I feel light deprived…I miss laughing with her Mommy, who has the most wicked sense of humor!

I long for evenings spent watching a favorite TV show with my Hubs, laughing, talking, just being together…I miss him like an amputee misses their limb, part of me is removed…

And as much as I miss them, I will miss my Eldest and her Son when I go home. Knowing it will be months and months (like 12) in between visits breaks my heart. My Grandson won’t know His Gram and Poppa the way his cousin does. Every year we’ll wait patiently while becoming familiar to him all over again…

I kinda feel like a Pushmi-Pullyu.

*Sigh*

Anyhoo, here’s what we’ve done lately….

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I do love Gab Gab beach at sunset….

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