Winter at Wendy's and Walmart

I don't know what ailed me to go to Wisconsin in March/April - Oh, yeah... family.
When I landed in WI, I was greeted with snow and freezing rain. They wanted me out because I, apparently, was "bringing the snow" with me. Back east, everyone was telling me to come back because the day after I left, it snowed. So glad to be traveling again :P
There really is nothing to do in Wisconsin. Well, you can pick potatoes in the summer... but it wasn't summer. Let's see, I played bingo and won twice. I went to Walmart (ya-HOO!). Their Goodwills are the size of department stores. "Fine dining" is my equivalent of a roadside diner.
The few times I was anxious to go out, it was snowing outside and my uncle said "Take the truck!". I told him I'm not going anywhere because it's snowing and he just looked at me funny with, "Are you kidding? That's nothing! -- "But Uncle, there's like, three inches of snow out there. I don't wanna die." -- "Nah, you'll be fine. The ice is only about half an inch. -- SAY WHAT?! (I keep forgetting that heavy snow, half an inch of ice, 4-degree temperature and 25 mph wind-gusts are nothing for Wisconsin folk. They worry when there's freezing rain and sub-zero temperatures accompanied with 40 mph wind.
Last time I was here, I brought three books and didn't even finish one of them. Learning from my mistake, I brought only one book this time. Well, I finished that book before 24 hours were up, and I'm bookless for my trip. Grr! I need to by a new one. Soon.

All Healed

Whoops, I promised some healed tat pictures and I failed to report! I'm slacking. TK better pick up.

When Did Names Get So Confusing?

So it's really awkward when you pick up Pole Dancing for shits and giggles -- and a few weeks into it you find esteemed colleagues, teachers, and business associates from your job or other... hobbies (shall we call them) IN your pole classes. Second point to mention: You call these individuals "madame", "ma'am", "Doctor", or "Mrs. So-and-so" while at work or endeavoring your... hobbies... and in your pole classes you're supposed to refer to them on a first-name basis. OK, I can deal with that. In fact, I've become sort of, friends with these women since we've taken pole classes together. I cannot, however, deal with now being comfortable addressing my new friends as Cindy, or Nikki, or Mel when I see them again in the original, professional setting and accidentally calling them by their given names. Talk about "WHOOPS!".

Anyway... on a positive note, my workshop with David Owen was torturously awesome. I was so scared during the first half hour of the workshop, but David boosted my Ego for the last hour complimenting me on my strength and control for dismounts :) The personal attention this man gives you is unbelievable. The bruises are killing, though.

Whee, boring desk work

I'm literally sitting here... at my desk... painting my nails... with the gorgeous outdoor sun beaming in my window with no apology.

Random WTF moment: I heard/read that Tangled will be Disney's last fairy-tale motion picture. Why? Because little girls don't care about being princesses anymore. Apparently society has shifted their values to being cool and looking hot. So after almost three-quarters of a century, the top children's movie maker in Hollywood is giving up on what precisely gave birth to their earned fame. Since when did feminism dictate mass media? According to young girls aged 5 and 6 in America, marriage doesn't hold much value, either. Thus, I bid farewell to grace, purity, humility (in regards to being humble, of course), and even monogamous marriage. Plastic surgery, thousand-dollar jeans, and boyfriends with no positive qualities but "hotness" are on the way.... Gee, makes you really want to have kids, hunh?

My Tattoo is done

 

The photo is crooked, but don't blame me - I didn't take it.

If you're unfamiliar with tattoos, it won't stay that dark. The shading will fade out a bit and it's only red because I'm sore.

I'm pretty happy with it.