I just bought a pair of shoes for my costume…and I think they’re super cute, but I’m questioning the openness of them (the strappy sandal/open toe thing) since I’m wearing thigh high white stockings.
Thoughts?
So, here it is.
I thought walking 60 miles hurt.
I was wrong.
That was nothing compaired to the pain of a foot tattoo.
But I love it. It was worth every painful minute.
Walk Run to Uptown Tattoo and make an appointment with Zack. You won’t be sorry.
I know, I know…I’ve been less than active in the posting department.
So, what’s new? My weekend at home was AWESOME. I slept in, got the house clean…and laid around. It was heaven.
Friday, I found my Halloween costume, at last.
And other accessories, of course. I’m very excited. I’m planning on doing up my neck, decapitation style. So I’ll be sexy AND gory! The best of both worlds.
Hmmm, what else. My poor sweet Milo (the cat) spent the night at the UofM Small Animal hospital, in anticipation of some procedures he’s having done today, like a CAT scan (ba dum bum) and a rhinoscopy. His poor sniffer is still not working right, so hopefully they find something, and not something too serious. I kept having dreams about taking him to kitty chemo. I’m still waiting to hear from them about what time he’ll be going in, as well as waiting for the findings and when I can pick him up and bring him home.
What else…tomorrow is tattoo day. I’m a little nervous, to say the least. I’ve heard foot tattoos hurt pretty damn bad, but I figure, if I survived the walk, I can survive a tattoo. I’ll fill in how that goes tomorrow. I’ll take a picture too.
This weekend, a wedding, corn maze, and birthday party.
The husband and a few friends went to see Broken Social Scene last night at First Avenue. If you ever have an opportunity to see them live, I HIGHLY recommend them. I have photos – I’ll post them later.
Anyway – the show was a late one – wrapped up around 1:00am. We got home around 1:30 and went straight to bed….where the husband proceeded to snore regardless of sleeping position. So – I think I was asleep by about 3. Then this morning, he was hungover and crabby – and throwing things because he couldn’t find the Twins hat he wanted to wear.
However, all was redeemed because he sent me a link to a story about a CSI exhibit that’s going to be at the science museum starting tomorrow. I’m so there.
So, yeah. Not much happening. I’m just glad to be back home, and will stay here until Christmas. No more weekends away for a while.
I’ve had an appointment with a tattoo artist booked for months now. A while ago, I went in for a consult about getting a half sleeve tattoo that’s partially a memorial tattoo for Julie. I can’t commit to that much skin. I’m not ready yet.
However, I decided that since this guy is booked out almost 4 months, that instead, I’d use the time to get a tattoo commemorating the 3-Day walk – on my right foot. I’ve been planning on doing this all along, and I’ve finally figured out what to get. In fact, I figured it out in the shower this morning.
It’s going to be a pink ribbon, formed into a cursive “J”, with a safety pin holding it in the middle, giving the appearance of going through my skin. I’m so excited. I’m meeting up with my tattooer – Zach – on Friday before we leave for Sconnie for the weekend, and then my appointment is on the 22nd.
It’s the closure I need for this 3-Day, and for Julie.