Random Tuesday: Ceci n'est pas une lune

Because Canada is a bi-lingual nation.


You'll either get that or you won't.



Holy Hannah Banana, Batman! Has it really been two weeks since I've done a Random Tuesday? No, has it? I'm not really sure. Whatever, let's roll.

My Mom got in a car accident this weekend. She was waiting to make a left and a lady in an SUV pulling a U-Haul rear ended her. After hitting Mom and pushing her car forward, the SUV pulled a hard right to keep out of oncoming traffic and messed up the car's front end as well. Just cause my Mom has that kind of luck. Oh, and On-Star, why did my Mom have to push the button and get ahold of you?


The lovely Miss Grace got this over the weekend. How cool is that? If I didn't already have my back done...


Stop squinting. It's from this.


Geeze louise, it's like I need Cole's notes.

When Supreme Leader left for work yesterday, Connor was upstairs. He blew her a kiss and told her, "a thousand hearts are coming out of my kiss." He's good. He's very good.

Ten songs iTunes played while writing this:

Oh, wait, there weren't any. GIVE ME BACK MY DATA, BACK UP DRIVE!!!

No, no, I'm good. Really. Go on over to Keely's. Enjoy the carnage.


PS. My Mom is fine. Sure it may take the kids awhile to get used to her bionic head, but they're young, they adapt well.

Ink

Finally. It's three days late, but whatever, not like I'm on a time table. First off, I'd like to thank everybody who participated, I wish I could have used all of them, but the stupid (insert a long profanity laden rant here. Really, cover your ears, it's bad) site I tried to use to assemble all of my pictures had a minimum which it didn't actually tell me about until after I'd loaded 49 pictures into my Flickr account. Whatever, let's get past it.

As usual, the pictures are posted in the order I received them with mine first because I'm special. And pretty. Oh, so pretty. Pretty, and witty and straaaaaaaaight! Sorry, it's been stressful. Anyway. First pic is of the boy's Thai names, Mongkhun and Montri. What really made these special was that my supervisor at the time and I discovered that the 'gigantic financial institution' we worked for had nothing in the HR policy to say we couldn't have visible tattoos. Muah ha haaa! The back piece? If you want the skinny on that you can go here.






Jess from This Life Is Mine. "My boss is from Iran so I had him write it out for me...I feel confident it doesn't say "My secretary sucks" or anything as hilarious as that. It says Āmīn which in Americaneese (Amen) means "Verily", "Truly", "So be it", and "Let it be". Word to your mutha.


Second is a photo of my ankle area. I was born in 1981. Clever. There is an up close and far away for your "Where is that on her body?" perspective pleasure. I had help taking the one of my whole foot. My office mate took the picture for me and then said my foot looks like a penis. I am not sure how to feel about that.


Last of all, I give you, in all it's glory, all of my tattoos in one shot...well, save the ankle, I'm good, but I'm not THAT good.
The sun was the first tattoo I ever got and I drew it up and the tattoo artist made it hotttt. Literally. I really couldn't get the flames to do right in my drawing. The second tattoo I got was the blue flames covering my flanks. Then I got the triquetra, which means Father, Son and Holy Ghost. What can I say? I am a spiritual lil shit.

I would like to give a shout out to my Irish and Scottish heritage. I challenge anyone to a freckle face-off. Yep, I win.



Wendy from Among Mad People. Wendy gave me a story on her tats, but I cannot find the email as I probably deleted it when I downloaded the picture. To make up for this I suggest going to Wendy's site and checking her title picture, it's great.



Michelle from Michelle's Blog. "Well, they're not real but they were fun! One is mine and one is Peanut's... I'll let you figure out which is which."



The Mister. "The short people's little foot prints, from the hospital, in order of appearance."


Nonna from Nonna's Nonsense.



Larry in MN


Amy's hubby.


Goodfather's much better half.


Jodi from Jodiferous. "Right after I got it. It's on my back shoulder. It's a flaming chalice, the symbol of the unitarians. The flames are green because it's my favorite color. Designed by my friend kam.


Melanie from A Day In The Life Of... Oh ya, and she's my sister. Thankfully she only sent in two pictures. She has... thirteen altogether? She had my niece and nephew write their names out for the first pic below.



IB from Idiot's Stew.


Lo from Slap Happy Musings.



Momma Trish. "This is an anklet, and it's actually the second line of Clair de Lune (by Claude Debussy). It took more work than the artist had anticipated, and he really never wanted to replicate it, so it's a one-of-a-kind."


Tattooed Mini Van Mom. TMVM sent me a couple links to two posts she'd done on her and her husband. I'd have loved to put them all up, but my eyes are actually bleeding now so I've only picked a few. If you'd like to see more, go here.




Mr. Tattooed Minivan Mom. I couldn't put all of his in, but here's a few. Which, now that I look at them are really really small. WTF? This post is cursed. It's like the Bermuda Triangle of blogs. Hell, I'm not even trying to fix this. If you'd like to see the rest, check him out. Sorry, TMVM.






Anonymous. And if you're one of the two readers who may recognize these, shhhh! She wants to be anonymous.




Louize from Geez Louize. "Ahhh...story....So, it had only been a week into finding out that my soon to be x had just cheated on me. A trip to Vegas with my sister had already been planned. It was a much needed trip at the time.
I had already decided to leave the bastard. But when I was young I had a tattoo on my ankle of a yellow rose. The bastard always bought me yellow roses. I all of a sudden hated the thing. One night while talking with my sister we decided that the next morning we would go over to Hart & Huntington at the Palms and see what they could do to either change it or make it into something else. After much deliberation...I just decided to change the color of the rose to purple. (I can stand to look at it now)
But, while we were waiting my sister and I decided to get inked together. Something to commemorate "US" and this time in our lives. (also at the time my son had been cancer free for a year). We have always called each other "chick". We wanted something simple, pretty, and US. We looked at the books they had...nothing was "us". And we really didn't want to pick something out of a book. We spoke to the tattoo artist and told him what we were looking for and he drew up a few pictures. What he drew was perfect!!! "US"


*Late arrival. The lovely ankle of Vodkamom.


This will be the last Friday pics (yes, it's Monday) post I do for probably ever. They've been fun, but more work than I usually like to do for anything. Really, I was hoping for some naked pictures so this was really disappointing.

Thanks again to everybody who sent in photos, for this one and all the previous ones.

Daddy, When I Grow Up, I Want A Minion

Some days, they just open their mouths and gold falls out. Gold. That was courtesy of my five year old. He made me so proud I cried a little.

I wasn't planning on posting today, but I wanted to thank everybody for their support and advice yesterday, that definitely started my day on a high note. And thanks to those who even emailed me with suggestions and links. I appreciate all the effort on what could really just be a bunch of crap. Before I go too overboard on singing your praises though, I should point out that an overwhelming majority of you either congratulated me on killing a clown over New Year's and many actually offered advice on disposing the body. Others totally disregarded the dead body and were more impressed that I let my wife sleep in and made her coffee. Instead of wondering how I blindly lucked into having you follow me, I've come to the conclusion that you've all been committed to the same asylum but have behaved well enough to get limited internet access. Keep taking your meds, kids! Don't be afraid to speak up in your group sessions.

And for the record, I never said I killed the clown. Thanks for your assumptions.

Ok, because this post is in danger of having an actual point, let's jump the rails.

Since New Year's I've read an amazing number of posts referring to vibrators or dildos. In fact, the last post I read before starting this was The Wise(Young)Mommy where Petra made mention of not having mentioned them. So, for the woman who has everything...

Next, People Who Deserve It. As soon as I saw it I thought of a post from Keely at the Un-Mom about some cow who bitched her way into a free dessert and then bitched about that too.

Found both of those on kottke.

Ok, a little programming news. Friday pics. I was inspired by Ryan over at Pacing the Panic Room who recently did a photo post inviting people to send in pictures of their dead Christmas trees. Not only does his look way better than mine, he gave people a few weeks to send their photos in which I think is a lot better than my one week deadline. I should probably link back to last year's Friday pics, but I think I've linked enough. You're family, go look for yourself.

So, my next Friday pic post, as per some back and forth with (one more link) the Man of Steel himself over at Clark Kent's Lunchbox, tattoos. I know a great many of you have them and I want to see them. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Embarrassed? I'll post them anonymously if you're a little shy, just send them. Don't have one but your spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend/life partner has does? I'll take that too. Whatever, just send me some ink.