Bloggers Ink Challenge Winner

Congratulations to Dazee Dreamer

All you lovely Bloggers voted her as

The Bloggers Ink Challenge Winner

Runners Up were: The Cupcake Lady and Muffin Monster

Thanks to all the Ink'd Bloggers for taking part.

Here Dazee shares her amazing Journey into her Midlife Crisis and getting her ink:

"Three years ago I turned 50.

I wasn't afraid to turn 50. I was happy. My kids threw me a surprise birthday party. And the biggest surprise was that they gave me a trip for 2 to San Francisco. Have I mentioned, I love my kids.

After my 51st birthday, I got the huge yearning to get a tattoo. Oh yeah, 51 getting my very first tattoo. Goes back to the "I'm a grown woman now, I'm doing what I want, not what my parents want me to do, not what my husband wants me to do". So I grabbed my friend Lizzie (Lizzie is now married to my son) and we went to the tattoo parlor that she had used before. Funny how a 20 year old girl could make me brave.

I walked bravely into the place and showed them the picture I had found that I wanted. Here is what it turned out to be. A daisy flower vine. From the minute I got it, I loved it. I felt so free and alive.

 

They told me, once you get one, you'll get the craving for another. Were they ever right. I thought and thought. What could I do. Ta-da, I decided to get a little butterfly for each of my grandkids. That way, as I get more grandkids, it would give me the excuse to get another tattoo. Looked up pictures of butterflies and went back. Told them I wanted them around the flower vine.

I was again, overcome with extreme happiness, when I saw my grandkids. The only bad thing was, it was the dead of winter. I had to wear long pants. I couldn't show my legs. This was going to be the longest winter ever!!!!

Made it through Thanksgiving, Christmas and New years. Uh oh, I'm getting the urge, the urge to splurge. I need another tattoo. And why should I just celebrate my grandkids. I needed to get one to celebrate my own children. Who, by the way, loved that I got the first ones. They were proud of me, of me stepping out and being my own person.

So I called them all, asked them what they thought of me getting a butterfly for them. They said it would be cool. I let them pick out the color they wanted to be, and the butterfly they wanted. Went back to my favorite place and gave them the pictures, told them which one was supposed to be which color and to do what they thought would look the best.

My daughter picked out the red butterfly. My oldest son picked out blue, and my youngest the green. I love how Amanda (my tattoo artist) put them as siblings united. And finally, the weather got nice enough that I could wear my capris and see them whenever I wanted. (please insert kid tattoo here)

Doesn't sound like too scary of a midlife crisis does it?

The thing is, I was raised to not deface my body. Not to do anything that would upset the parents. But, I became independent at the age of 51. Even tho, to this day, I still haven't told my parents that I got them. I try not to wear anything around them that they will see them. I hate confrontation. I don't want to hear the disgust and shame in their voice. My siblings, another story. Most of them know about them and have seen them. And say they are supportive.

I feel bad that I didn't start doing things for myself way before 51. I hate that until then, I always did things that I perceived would not rock the boat. That would not upset my parents, other than marrying a person that wasn't of my faith. That was upsetting to them. And from the day I married him 31 years ago, I've tried to do everything else that wouldn't upset them.

The one thing it did to me, was show me that I would never ever make my children feel like what they did was the end of the world. I know that we all make mistakes in life, and if we don't have a soft place to fall, we feel very alone.

And yes, I'm still with the same man I married against my parents wishes and I love him to the ends of my soul. I started feeling bad that I didn't have one for my hubby, so in June of this year, I went in and got one for him. Again, he didn't know. I wanted a really colorful one. And I also wanted his initials incorporated in it somehow.

Amanda did a perfect butterfly for me. Most the time people don't even realize that his initials are at the bottom. He loved it from the moment I got it.

My last tattoo was only a month ago. I feel like my life is all about comforting people. For some reason, they come to me with things that I would never in my mind tell anyone else. I always loved the picture of the 2 baby tigers but never "had a reason" to get it. Then my best friend and cousin came to me about her husband, and I have been comforting her. This is that tattoo. I got them in purple because it is my favorite color.

I also have to give a big shout out to my daughter, who has shown me that it's ok to be who I am. Who loves me even tho we went through a rough time, but who will always be my best friend. And to my 2 sons who have always been there for me, who don't laugh too hard at me when I cry during a sad commercial, and laugh at me often.

So if getting a tattoo is the worst thing I could have done with my midlife crisis, then so be it.

Thus started my journey into adulthood, at the ripe old age of 50.

An Amazing Story from an Amazing Woman with some
Amazing Ink!!!

My Bad Ass Girls

My girls love music and love to dance.  They put on a wee show for us recently jammin' to The White Stripes, which blasted from the car. 

They took turns impersonating Meg White, the drummer and Jack White, the genius guitarist.

Megan

Kaylin

Megan jammin' to Jack White

Megan being bad ass

Megan's Jack White imperssionation

Bad Ass Kaylin

Megan and her shades

Kaylin doing her Meg White imperssionation as Drummer

More Rock Star moves

Wrapped up in her dance moves

Meg showing her "guns"

Happy Halloween, Hookers!

On a strict Halloween Budget this year?

Here's some cheap ideas for Halloween Costumes!




.....and a Haunted Halloween story

A young couple were delighted to purchase the old-fashioned house in the Stuyvesant Square section of Philadelphia. They moved into their dream home in the winter of 1889, bringing their five year old daughter with them.



There was a lot of refurbishing to do, so the little girl tended to go up to the attic to play while her parents were occupied with the house. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, because the previous owners had converted the attic into a playroom. It even had a fireplace at one point, but it was currently boarded up.


After a couple of weeks of hard work, the downstairs rooms were finished. The mother, realising that she had been neglecting their daughter, attempted to try and spend more time with her now, but the little girl seemed distracted. She kept stealing back up to the attic alone to play.


Exasperated, and perhaps a little hurt the the child was not being responsive to her attentions, the mother finally asked, "What's so interesting up there in that stuffy room?"

"It's the little boy with the shiny buttons," the child replied. "He's so much fun to play with!"

"What little boy?" the mother demanded, wondering if a servant child had stowed away in the room. She went to investigate, but found the room empty.


Certain that her daughter was just being contrary, she urged her husband to discipline the child. At her father's stern voice the little girl became hysterical. She kept repeating that there was a little boy and he wore a blue jacket with lots of shiny buttons on it. As her father listened, he became more and more curious. Formerly a s eaman, he realized his daughter was describing a child's sailor suit, complete with the brass buttons.


The girl's father made some inquires about the Jensons, the family that lived in the house before them. He learned that they had come from England, bringing their children with them, two boys and a girl. The youngest child, a boy, was born retarded. The neighbors described the youngest boy as a sweet innocent child, but added that Mr. Jenson was ashamed of him and tried to prevent him from being seen outdoors.


According to the boy's parents, the neighbours continued, the young boy would often sneak out to go down to the river. The story goes on to say that one day he fell in and drowned.  His body was never recovered, but his cap had been found floating in the river.  Shortly after the disappearance, the Jensons put the house up for sale and, leaving Philadelphia, dropped out of sight.


The former seaman's suspicions were now thoroughly aroused. He accompanied his little daughter to the attic and asked her to show him where the little boy came from. She pointed to the boarded up fireplace.  Her father called in workers to open it and then to remove the mortar that cemented up a cavity beside the chimney.


As the mortar was chipped away, the corpse of a small boy was revealed. He was clothed in a little blue sailor jacket with four rows of brass buttons down the front.  Further examination revealed that the back of the child's head had been crushed by a violent blow.

The wee boy had been murdered!




and for the guys....some Halloween Hotties at Heff's.Enjoy!

 

Kaylin with her Halloween Chompers in

Megan adjusting her Halloween Chompers

Flash Fiction Frdiay 55 and Other Arb Shite

The G-Man hosts Flash Fiction Friday 55.  Go visit him and give him some love and join hundreds of other bloggers playing the writing game. Write a complete story in only 55 words…

Scary and Creepy

Chilling and Bloodcurdling

Children stalk the neighborhood

Concealed behind masks and home-made Halloween costumes

Sniffing out the households with the best candy

Giggling, chuckling and playing practical jokes

Straining  to bite the dangling treacle scone  hands-free

and Bobbing for apples

Respect the dead and leave the Ouija board alone

Or else…bwaaaaahaaaaaah

Yay! Its Fawk You Friday hosted by Boobies

Let rip...

Fuck You to the South Africa electrical thunder and lightning storms that keep my sobbing children clinging to me like wee leeches when the forked lighning shoots across the sky and the cloud bang together.  My poor wee buttons are terrified and then my bed has to be shared.  Four bodies in a double bed is not a laughing matter...

Fuck you to my brand new expensive mascara that I can't fucking wear because it causes my eyes to burn like all hell shite fire, itch like an Arab's sand mite-infested crotch and ooze attractive yellow puss.  So much for expensive is the best. Humph!

Fuck you to my bastard shit-face laptop that kept crashing this week and giving me fucking weird html errors on my blog.  Geezo, I tried over a dozen times to get my Bloggers Ink Challenge posted - and on top of that - I still managed to royally fuck it up.   My poor Boerewors had to spend hours reloading everything just so that I could make Half-Nekkid Thursday aka HNT in time.  So a huge THANK YOU to My Boerewors for making it happen and having the patience to put up with my constant slamming of the keyboard (sometimes it does work - most times it doesn't).

Fuck you to conspiracy theories...there are many things bubbling under the surface at the moment.  All to be revealed soon (if I'm not bound by a Confidentiality Agreement, that is)  
 

 Go FlogYoBlog Friday at
Random Ramblings of a SAHM 

I'm Forever Blowin' Bubbles

Donovan turned 25 on Saturday and we celebrated by having a Bubble Pool Party at Norman's. 

Happy Birthday Donovan!

The men added 15 litres of bubble bath to Norman's swimming pool and then the ladies showed the men how it was done and all jumped in together.  Norman's pool will never be the same.

A great time!

One, Two, Three - Go!

And we're in!  The water was freezing!

Among the foam



The Group




Friends

Let the dancing commence

Some of the group

more of the group and Norman with the cake

Me and Megan

Fiona and me threw poor Norman in - shoes and all.

A great party!

Bloggers Ink Challenge

So my lovelies...

...Last week I asked my awesome fellow Bloggers to send me pictures and stories about their tattoos so I could make a post about it.  I was surprised to get so many emails and pictures.   Thank you to all of you who shared your ink with us.

I love tattoos and I love the stories behind them as most people that get ink'd, have thought long and hard about where and why.

Take a look at the Blogger's ink below and then head on to my side bar poll and VOTE for the one you love the best!  Remember fuckwads, its not just about the tattoo's design and its unique awesomeness - its about the meaning behind the ink too! 

I'll announce the Blogger Ink Challenge Winner next week

(the html on this post has been a fucking nightmare!)

Here are are the Awesome Ink'd Bloggers in the running :

1 - Angel
has a few tattoos and has a specific story for each one of them.   "I love dragons"

2 - Another dragon. 
"I just needed it that day"

3 - Damien
An angel's gotta have wings, right? "I switched it up by including my son's name in a scroll in the middle". 

4 - "The Cupcake Lady"

5 - ADHD Awareness Ribbon
"A huge part of my life"

6 - "Strawbreez" 
This was my son's nickname when he was little"

7 - Pinky and The Geek
"Last year coming out of a broken and destructive marriage was very very hard.
I could not have done it without my Guardian Angels.
I have some amazing people in my life who helped me through and always look out for me".

8 -  "My sons name in binary code around my wrist"

9 - "A tribute to my parents. 
My mom is a artist and my dad is a photographer".

10 -  Dazee Dreamer
"July of this year I got one for my husband. It is on my right leg towards the ankle. She even added his initials at the bottom in lower case. If you didn't know they were his initials you can't even tell. I love this tattoo".

11 - Dazee Dreamer
"One month ago I got my last one. (until I have another grandbaby) It is of 2 baby tigers with the one comforting the other. I got them in purple because it is my favorite color. I got this one because I feel like a protector. It is on my left arm up by the shoulder".

12 - Dazee Dreamer "My second tattoo is 3 butterflies for each of my kids. I let them pick out the butterfly they wanted and the color they wanted it. The red one is my daughter and the blue and green are my sons. They are on my right leg upper calf.

13 - Akelamalu "Mine's an orchid on my right shoulder and I had it done just before my 40th birthday. I'd always wanted a tatt but couldn't pluck up the courage until then. I persuaded my friend to have one too. The guy who did all David Beckham's tatts did mine - now you can't get an appointment with him unless you're loaded!"

14 was removed as it was a duplicate of No. 10 (don't worry if you've voted for 14, I will count no. 10 and no. 14 together)

15 - "The first on I got was just the flower vine.
About 6 months later added 4 little butterflies. One butterfly for each grandchild I have. (with room to add more) They are on my left leg upper calf".

16 - EnVii
 "A sleeping baby , my daughters name and the day she passed away.. it represents her always being with me"

17 - EnVii. My sons name and his foot prints at birth

18 - Mom In Training - I designed it and got it done while visiting Texas about 5 years ago

19 - Azzazin - The first one is on my right arm. On the inside there's an "O" in runes. O for Odin off course and on the outside, not visible in this picture is my initials also in runes. The "A" stands for knowledge, communication and wisdom and the "E" for eternity, yew and death.

20 - Multinational Maniac
The second one is on the back of my neck, it's Eris's apple of discord and means the world to me as Eris is my favourite goddess! . Eris is the Greek goddess of chaos and discord and on the apple it says "Kallisti" in Greek, which means "For the fairest".

21 - SAHMadness
"The first one is of my wings while I was pregnant (I didnt GET the tatt while pregnant, just of my tatt when I was preggers).  The second pic is of my 42 tattoo, because I'm a big fan of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy"

22 - Steven "I have 6 tats. I have 4 kids and I have a swallow bird for each other them tatted on me. It means family, and freedom to me. I always have them with me".

23 - Ange - a picutre drawn by her boys which she turned into a tattoo on her foot.  Genius!

24 - AmyLK
"The one that says Jakes is my nickname for my son and the little butterfly on the J represents my mom guarding him from heaven.  This one is on my left shoulder as close to my heart as I could get it without, well you know putting it on my boob.

25 - AmyLK

"My right calf and is a replica of a magnet I found in Hawaii.  This reminds me of Hawaii and my hopes of getting back there.  SOON!"

26 - Dust Bunny in the Wind
"This is my dragon that's on my thigh. He's my shield".

(If you want to vote for 26 or 27 leave a comment below. 
Unfortunately I cannot edit the poll to add these two late entries, as votes have already been cast and I don't wanna loose those ones).

27 - Muffin Monster
"There's not a big story behind it, I wanted a rose. Originally I wanted it on my stomach but I was convinced it wouldn't look so nice if I had kids. So I wanted the rose, and then picked out some trible bitties from some flash, because that's what everyone had. Except everyone else got Butterflies usually. Then I said I wasn't sure I wanted it on my lower back, I said I wanted it somewhere else and was almost convinced by someone to get it across my shoulders but luckily the tattooist said that would be stupid".