bowie be!

vicente! surprised!

it's david bowie's birthday!  so i'm listening to his albums (thanks to youtube, i can listen to the ones i don't own, like a jerk), singing along, and having a cocktail made of glitter of sass in his honor.  wait, did i say glitter and sass? i mean rum and pepsi. 

one of my tumblr idols (i have them! they are real!) got a fucking david bowie tattoo today.  she's a swoon-worthy gorgon on an ordinary day, but today she is my hero.  i immediately thought, "ooh, i could get a scary monster's era pierrot bowie tattoo!" i love all bowie's, don't get me wrong, but the sad pierrot made an impact on my psyche as a kid.  david bowie was my first crush as a kid, my first foray into tingle-town as a girl.  (too much?) he was so pretty and interesting and his songs were amazing and he had a million different versions of himself. 

as a grown woman, my love of him has only increased.  he truly is talented and funny and smart and the handsome just never ends, does it? plus, he's not afraid to try new things, to wear the outrageous, to mine our uncomfortable emotional and social depths for art.  he's remarkable.  he still makes me tingle.   

the steri-strips on my incision came off in the shower this morning.  what's underneath is a lumpy, grumpy scar.  i let it out to breathe today, but have it covered with a gauze right now because D was like, "um, that looks angry. maybe cover it up to protect it?"  i bothered my nurse sister-in-law (i have two of those, because i'm the luckiest little hypochondriac i know) about how much it still hurt today.  she pointed out, nicely enough, that a week really isn't that long, and that incision sites are often uncomfortable. i'm also a lot less numb, which is increasing my pain.  so yay! i can feel my face again, but boo! my face feels terrible and achy. 

go hit up youtube and listen to some david bowie.  have a blessed bowie birthday, and may bowie protect and keep you and yours. 

beware my lasers!

this is what happens when i remember that i have leftover holiday champagne and peach juice.  bellinis and fake knuckle tattoos! what makes this joke truly funny is fake punching the air with my fists and yelling "pew! pew!"

what can i say? i am easily amused. 

what are you going to do...

lately i've been asked by some co-workers what i plan to "do with" my ears on my wedding day.  i've been stretching them for about ten years now; i don't think of them as super big (i'm at 9/16th of a inch), but i suppose to someone who doesn't have stretched ears, they might look big.  to be honest, i was (am) planning on finding a nice pair of white plugs to match my dress, or perhaps a pretty carved pair.  i was surprised when i was asked, though, and i actually didn't know what to say for a second.  i mean, i guess i can see why they would ask; maybe they think my mom doesn't approve or that to some members of my or D's family, they might be frowned upon, but at the same time, i don't think anyone would ask a girl who had regular earrings what they "planned on doing" with their ears.  i think they would ask, "what kind of earrings do you think you'll wear?"  i've also been asked if i'm going to cover up my tattoos with a wrap or make-up, which also kind of surprised me.  i think mainly because i live with my tattoos, and i put them there, i don't think of them too much.  it never occurred to me to  cover them up.  they're just there.  i'm not ashamed of them, the same way i'm not ashamed of my ears, and it's not like anyone in my family is going to be surprised to see them.  i guess some of D's family might not know about the tattoos, but what better time and place for them to learn about them, right?! 

don't get me wrong, i'm not trying to get all bullshit on you.  i understand that not everyone chooses the particular forms of body modification that i have, and that there are some generational differences to take into account (everyone who's asked has been older), i just think there are nicer ways to ask.  it sounds kind of judgemental to ask in a way that makes it sound like the tattoos (or ears) in question are a dirty secret to be hidden.  obviously, what i think is pretty might not be what everyone thinks is pretty.  my dress doesn't have a lot of sparkly beads on it, i'm not too keen on wearing a veil or piling my hair up into an elaborate coif, the same way i don't spend a lot of time putting on make-up in the morning.  i think my ears look nice.  i like my tattoos, i think they're pretty and awesome.  more than that, i'm happy with who i am, and i'm marrying a man who is also happy with who i am.  he thinks i'm cute as hell, he likes the way i look and the goofy dances i do in the kitchen.  he's never made fun of my ridiculous big toes (which are indeed, very ridiculous), and if i came home tomorrow with a giant hot dog tattoo on my chest, he'd probably smile and compliment me on my hot buns.  i don't think my wedding day is really the day i want to try to pretend to be a pretty pretty princess.  

birds!

can you guess which one is mine?

my race is tomorrow.  i am trying to set up my cheap-ass pay-as-you-go cell phone so i can update you while barfing in port-o-potties.  ha! i joke.  i will not be using my cell phone while puking.  i really, really hope i don't vomit.  we went to get my race day stuff today, and i have to say, all those serious marathon runners in one place gave me hives.  they were very SERIOUS and WALKING BRISKLY.  there were also a million people in one place, all hot but wet because it was pouring out, so collectively we were a steamy mess.  needless to say, i was glad to get out of there. 

so far my portland trip has been awesome; lots of great food, some treats bought for my people, a visit to a yarn store (!), and now i'm getting ready to carbo load and then go to bed early.  if i die tomorrow in the race, please make sure you remember me fondly, and that no one makes any reference to my failure on my tombstone.  okay, thanks!

to do, redeux

i really want that tatoo, dammit. you know what else i want? my septum ring back. is that totally absurd? i mean, i'm past thirty now, and haven't had my nose pierced in over five years, but i miss it. the other nice thing about it is that i can hide it when i'm working, and i feel like if i want to drill a hole through my nose then wear a ring when i feel like it, i should be allowed to. after all, isn't that the point of being a grown up? eating dessert first, drinking coffee whenever i want, going to bed late at night or etching a permanent "to do:" on my wrist should be a-okay.

20 days

i'm in countdown mode, but i suppose you already knew that.

had to buy a new battery for the rocket today, because he decided stalling and then needed a jump was a passe trick; he moved onto "not starting at all" this morning and after a brief panic, a nice tow truck driver, and $80 we were on the road. i wonder if i'll be able to sell him at all? i'd hate to be out the $600 i paid for him, but i'd also hate to drive him home, get stuck in a blizzard on a mountain and die eating frozen ketchup packets from the glove compartment.

the packing starts in earnest tomorrow. so far i've done a lot of pre-packing stuff like getting boxes, tape, sitting and looking at my stuff and feeling tired. you know, the usual. the roommate's are having a party here this weekend, which i was going to go to (since i live here, after all) but i might stay in town that night and go out with some friends. that means either way, i need to have some stuff out my bathroom and cleared out in my room. the mess will put off most of the nosy folks, but i don't need to be known as the weird, messy roommate who won't put in an appearance. take the "messy" out of that sentence and i feel more comfortable.

i got a new tattoo yesterday, and had my wrist touched up as well. they guy at the parlor was incredibly nice and sweet and did a great job. i wish i'd found him sooner! the friend i was out with got a huge tattoo down her side and it is super foxy. mine is just a tiny thing, right behind my right ear. i thought it would hurt like hell there, what with all the bone, but it didn't hurt at all. i could hardly feel it. when it heals a bit more i'll take a better photo of it and you can see it, but until then you can check it out here in a cameraphone picture.