I need to get another tattoo. I finally finished the skis today for the lake, and I’m thinking of putting a celtic family tree design on the bottom. It made me want another tattoo…maybe even that one. Thing is I already have a celtic knot on my ankle for my sisters. Ah, might as well be consistent.

Erik has been having an interesting day to say that least. I think he knows the worst thing he can do, and that is what he is deciding he needs to do at that moment. I’ll be folding laundry, and he’ll walk over and pick up the shirt that I just carefully fold it and throw it. When I was painting the ski’s, he was attempting to shake the other end of the ski. Then he took one of my paint brushes and flung it into the paint. Oh and then took the ink pen I was using the sketch out the design and wrote on the ski. *sigh* To be a Mom.

Besides Mr. Monster, I have been enjoying staying at home. I changed around the closest in Brandon and my bedroom. I also painted some spots that needed to be touched up in the house. I haven’t been feeling the best (hence why I’m not working) but I have been trying to rest for a little while then do something, then rest again when I start to feel poorly. This is my rest period.

I talked to my sister today. I actually have been talking to her. The dynamics of my family are starting to boggle even my own mind.

I remember, when I first started writing in a blog, I tried to be really aggressive. I was using the F bomb as much as possible and using my blog to express my negative feelings about the world. I thought it made me more interesting. Now I realize it just makes me, well, not me. I really am not writing in here for anyone else to enjoy my writing. I know I’m not any interesting or gifted writer, so, you live, you accept, and you just, are.
I still have a raging headache.