Hiatus

I'm such a horrible blogger. More than two months have passed since I've sat down and actually thought about writing. And frankly, I'm kinda okay with that. My mind has been on somewhat of a vacation, and I've also been sick. I apologize for the sudden disappearance. Between both jobs and just life around me, I haven't even had the energy to miss writing.

I'll be back. Just check in sometimes and I'll be blogging again soon.

Inked!

I can hear my parents' voices of warning ringing loud and clear: "Don't get a tattoo; you'll end up regretting it someday." While I don't exactly regret my ink, I have come to accept the fact that I have probably grown up and apart from my tattoo in that dolphins and yin yangs probably aren't the most suitable decorations for a 30-something Linda. I've also decided that if I'm going to be stuck with ink on my ankle for the rest of my life, I should at least like it. Right?

Last night Aaron and I were talking in the kitchen when the subject of my tattoo came up. He seems to think that I might be making a bad situation worse by adding to the tattoo. He is afraid that I'll just make it bigger, and we'll have the same late-night conversation again ten years from now, with me asking why, oh why, did I let him let me get further inked? I have a tendency to be fickle, especially when it comes to my appearance. In the end, it is ultimately up to me whether or not I pursue my whim further, but he is always the first sounding board in any decision I need to bounce to someone for an opinion.

The thing is, I don't hate my tattoo. I don't regret getting either of them. I just am not a fan of dolphins like I was at the age of 22, and I'm kind of wondering what I can do to make it better. Getting my tattoo in the first place was a streak of rebellion that I'm still kind of proud of, and I still smile about it. It's just not "me" anymore.

A little smaller around than a pop can is the red and black yin yang/blue and purple dolphin adornment. I'm working on a picture, but my batteries are low. Whoops. Anyway, I really don't want it any bigger--it is on the outside of my ankle, about 2 inches above the bone. But I do want to do something to it to make it fresh and new, to represent me in this stage of my life, but also has to make sense with what is already there. See my dilemma?

I thought about an ankle bracelet tattoo. A chain of rainbow fish? I liked it at first, but honestly, I think I'd be reblogging and bitching ten years from now if I did that. Ugh, decisions. This is a sign to just leave it alone, I know it.

Aaron suggested I just have it removed. I can't do that, though. I like the fact that I have my tattoo, I'm just...say it with me...over dolphins. I would even consider covering them completely but having red and black as two of the main colors that take up a good half of the tattoo itself, well, that's tricky. See why I need help?

I know this isn't anything I'm going to decide overnight, or even any time soon. But it's going to be done, eventually, and I need some inspiration!

Finding Exes

There's something to be said about exes. They are a sticky area for even the most solid couples. I'm not denying the fact that there were women before me, but being reminded that they exist isn't your most warm and cozy feeling.

I suppose that is my comfort, my knowing that the knee-jerk reaction of defensive major wasn't uncalled for when a friend forwarded the dreaded MySpace link of a former flame of Aaron's to his Facebook. It's dreadfully cliche, but that's why it's so cliche: it happens! I begrudgingly gave him his space to travel back through time, all the while not allowing him to forget MY presence in the other room, animatedly enjoying a Pink Floyd rockumentary.

It was the exclamation that came from the other room, the one I will edit for, well, just to be kind, but something along the lines of "I can't believe it's not butter!" well, yeah that...those were the words that let me know that I'd come along this journey down the path of Aaron's Exes unscathed. Phew. Because I know the stories, and they ain't pretty!

But really, why do we get so defensive at the thought of an ex? Even in the simplest, most innocent of ways; the ones, too, that come to us in the form of an inside joke--the true meaning sometimes is marred by a defensive attack by a third party and can be ruined of it's original intent.

I'm just glad I have the confidence that even had the ex turned out to be (insert scream from Psycho shower scene) the long-lost twin of Dita Von Teese my husband would still love only me. And I am pretty confident that I don't have any Dave Navarro exes out there, or anyone like Robert Downey, Jr., so Aaron's safe, too.

Stretching my creative muscles

Yeah, it's one of those Myspace/Facebook forwards, but I decided to do it here as an exercise to help alleviate my writer's block. Yep, my creativity has gone on hiatus, only rearing its funny little head during inopportune times when I am without a means to record thoughts. So...in order to overcome this uphill battle with my malfunctuning brain, I offer to you this list of 25 things that aren't everyday common knowledge about me!

Enjoy :)

1. I'm a writer who suffers from chronic distraction from train of thought.
2. I spend days behind my desk reading celebrity gossip and trying to look busy.
3. I don't like milk.
4. I do like rice milk.
5. I didn't have chicken pox until I was in 7th grade. It was embarrassing.
6. I still have beside my bed Jerry the stuffed gray mouse I got when Target was still called Ayr-Way.
7. I used to pretend I was Laura Ingalls.
8. If I'd lived in the hippy generation, I'd have bummed a ride to San Francisco.
9. I've never seen an ocean.
10. I am seriously contemplating uprooting my entire family and lifestyle for a change of scenery.
11. I still haven't figured out what I want to do with my life.
12. I am a vegetarian, but I sometimes sneak a bite of meat. And I do eat Campo's Taco's chicken tacos...
13. I have served food to 2 local television celebrities: Bob Gregory and Gerry Dick.
14. I won a coloring contest when I was in 2nd grade.
15. I can change a tire; I just choose to play helpless.
16. I have taken lessons for violin, keyboard/piano, and flute.
17. Legend has it that I have a great, great uncle who was a personal assistant for Queen Victoria.
18. I took a class on The Beatles at Indiana University. Of course I got an A!
19. I remember numbers very easily.
20. I was driving a boat 4 years before I could legally drive a car.
21. I need trees in order to feel calm.
22. I played Auntie Em in an elementary school play.
23. I could eat Indian food every day for the rest of my life.
24. I make a kick-ass jalapeno popper spring roll.
25. I will never turn down a glass of chianti.