Bills Memorial Day - Reflection Time.

My past has been filled with creative ways. I would like to thank my Mother and Father for raising me with a well rounded art background. Since I was little, I have been drawing and painting. Beginning with the basics, I was then led to making jewelry, painting furniture. shoes, and mural's, and then I started getting into photography. Growing up I always wanted to have a career where I could be called an Artist. Although, I wanted this title, I looked at my friends who were currently enrolled in art school and saw how unbecoming they were. I started to realize  that I didn't want to take the chance of  being a starving artist.

(My Moms and I at the Milwaukee Tattoo Convention)

I wanted to do art for the love of it and not because I was forced to. When my high school days came to an end, I made the decision that I was not going to go on in college for Art. Instead, I went to school to study Spanish and Human Services. Four years of studies and I had only taken one art class. Pathetic. That is something I truly regret. Although I had taken only one art class, I kept up with my painting to earn some extra cash on the side. That being said, I am going to rewind and take you back to the days where it all started.

It was my 18th birthday, the day I was considered a legal adult (lol) and my parents had surprised me with my first tattoo appointment. They dropped me off at Black Dragon Tattoo.  I walked though the door feeling a little hyperactive and nervous. I received my first tattoo from Barry, who made me feel comfortable by talking to me the whole time. It was a small four leaf clover. I was so excited and filled with adrenaline that when he told me to go look in the mirror, I couldn't believe that it was already done.

My first year of college had ended and during my summer break I went back to Black Dragon Tattoo. My purpose of this return was  to scope the flash for ideas of what I wanted next. I was greeted by Bill Hanson, owner of the shop. Bill and I got to talking and he told me to bring in some of my drawings. So.... time passed and there I found myself sitting with Bill coming up with ideas for my additional body art. In flowing form my tattoo starts with a design before the clover, followed by peacock feathers and a tiger lily preceding with an abundance of flowers and vines creating the illusion of a skull. Its beautiful.

(Bill making a stencil)

I sat for many hours while Bill tattooed me. Through conversation  he had gathered that I was creative and a hard worker.  The day of my final appointment Bill had asked if I wanted to apprentice for Black Dragon Tattoo. This was amazing I thought to myself.  I said yes right away but because I was a Junior in college, Bill told me that I must graduate first. He had told me that tattooing isn't for everyone and it is a lot of work. With Bills offer, I continued to go to school  but came home on my breaks to start to learn the fundamentals of tattooing. May 2008 I graduated from the University with a Major in Human Services and Spanish and was ready to move on to my next challenge.

(George letting me practice)

 Learning how to draw tattoo style was not easy. I considered myself an out of the box thinker and artist. I though anything can go, use your imagination and it will work. This is not true for tattooing. Things had to make sense,your lines have to meet up and be straight and your shading has to be smooth and solid.

(Finishing the color in Willis. My first tattoo I did on Skully)

This was a huge challenge for me. I would come in at night after work and Bill would give me assignments. Sometimes when I came back with my product, he must of thought he was crazy for getting into this with me. Despite that, he then would sit down with me and show me how to draw. There were many people wondering why Bill was taking me on. Many people thought it was pointless but for some reason Bill had faith in me. He was my motivation. He believed that I could be a great tattoo artist. He was confident with my hard work and told me If I keep up, someday, I will get there... I will be called a tattoo artist.

(Tattooing my Pops)

While in my apprenticeship, Bill had passed away. The one man that was training me. The one that had so much confidence and faith in me was now gone. A year has passed without Bill and I am proud to say that because of him my motivation and inspiration still drives. I know he watches down on me and my work. The months after were very rocky roads and I thank everyone that has put their two cents in my apprenticeship that Bill had started. I am tattooing now, and for Bills kind heart, words of wisdom, and faith I am forever thankful.

(Barry, Me, Nancy, Rich)

Today, I will be celebrating his life with my fellow co-workers, my second family, the Black Dragon crew. Rest is Peace Bill and stay with me as I travel through the rest of this jouney as a tattoo artist.

I've been things and seen places

 Lets pay homage to Mae West.

Better recognize....Appreciate her.

Press the pause button on my bear Suri in the upper right hand corner and then proceed to be entertained by the play button on the trailer below.

Mae West Qoutes: I really couldnt pick a favorite - ENJOY

"It's not the men in my life that count, it's the life in my men"

" Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from"

" A man in the house is worth two in the street"

"A girl in the convertible is worth five in the phone book"

"A hard man is good to find"

"Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired"

" Don't keep a man guessing too long -- he's sure to find the answer somewhere else"

"Flattery will get you everywhere"

"I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit"

"The score never interested me, only the game"

"Men are my hobby. If I ever got married I'd have to give it up"

"If I asked for a cup of coffee, someone would search for the double meaning"

"When I'm good, I'm very good. When I'm bad, I'm better."

"Too much of a good thing can be wonderful"

"It's hard to be funny when you have to be clean."

"I'm a woman of very few words, but lots of action"

"I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it"

 "It isn't what I do, but how I do it. It isn't what I say, but how I say it, and how I look when I do it and say it"

"I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure"

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before"

"I used to be Snow White, but I drifted"

"Why don't you come on up and see me sometime -- when I've got nothin' on but the radio"

"Why don't you come up sometime and see me? I'm home every evening. Come up. I'll tell your fortune. Ah, you can be had"

"When women go wrong, men go right after them"

"There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out"

" It is better to be looked over than overlooked"

" You're never too old to become younger"

"I never worry about diets. The only carrots that interest me are the number you get in a diamond"

"I never loved another person the way I loved myself"

I Heart Linda Farrow Collaborations

LF X Alexander Wang

LF X Walter Van Beirdendonck

LF X Jeremy Scott

LF X Bernhard Willhem

LF X Luella

LF X Raf Simons

Educate yourself.

Learn more about Linda Farrow at Linda Farrow Vintage.

Sweets are a Delicacy that I often Abuse

So I have yet to have a business card out there. At the shop, everyone calls me Sugar or Shug due to the masssive amounts of candy and sweets I consume on a daily basis. When talking about a Tattoo Artists' business card, there was no way I was going to have printed, "Tattoos by Sugar" on fact that it sounds like you will be getting inked by a stripper. That being said, I still wanted to a little something on the card the resembles me in a way and the Boss Lady already took my shoe idea... booooo to that. 

I am constantly matching my nails to my attire and thought it would by cute to match my nails with my character for my business card.

(This is not serious... Sweets are the least of what defines me, but, I thought it would be fun and exulting.)

George had the brilliant idea of tattooing my nails. So, not even 5 minutes after he came up with the idea, I was out and about, buying "sweet nails" ha, to bring back to the shop and start to create. George tattooed the first one. He did that jubilant cupcake, and yes, I do want to eat it. Following Geo's lead  I did a lolipop, a donut, a chocolate chip cookie, some hard candies, a cakeroll, and a fudgsicle and in pursuit, Nancy did a candy cane and the cotton candy. Tattooing acrylic nails was hard, but all in all, it was rollicking, entertaining, and merrymaking. 

 Real talk.

Stayed tuned to see my business card at a later date.

Ebay: She took my lunch money, just like she stole my bus fare.

In recent times on eBay: Everything is going left cause nothing seems to go right.

Let me tell you.. You know that Madsteeze messenger bag that I have talked about in my previous blog? Well, the unbelievable happened; it was listed on eBay. And guess who had the winning bid... thats right. Hyperactive and thrilled, I couldnt wait to get this bag. Then, the unfortunate happened. Fan-fuckin-tastic. The seller now has said, "shipping was going to cost more...".  Did she not know when she posted the price? We all know that when something is posted you may not change it but living in a nice well mannered household I said ok... let me know the difference. A couple weeks went by and still no response and no bag. Now I really cant stand when my fellow eBayers need to be schooled. It has been weeks and I have been writting to check the status. A dispute has been opened against this shiftless, procrastingating broad who I call "Ms. Remiss."

Bellyache Aggravation #2

One week ago, an alluring piece of clothing was listed. This Married to the Mob top came in valentines colors: red, pink and white. It was bewitching and I had to have it. So... I watched it for 6 days and on the 7th day, the bidding was going to begin. As I open my eyes from the nights well rest, I stretch my arms over my head and thought about being dressed for fall in this sold out top.

After pouring coffee into my cup, I head to the computer to acertain how many hours are left. 6 hours till the drop. Okay, now I dont want  to ruin a good pace as I did with the sneakers, so I am going to wait till the last 10 minutes to declare war. In that time, I took the devils children (my dogs) on a walk, I did a kick boxing video, I made myself breakfast, I cleaned up the house, did some laundry, took a shower, got ready for work, and only three hours had passed. What the shit. Dilatory in going to work, an hour and 30 minutes had lapsed from the time that I told myself  I had to leave. Reality was that I had to get going. 

I arrive at work, where I station myself infront of the computer.  I had 2 hours to go and  I got caught up in a conversation with the guys about some disturbing videos on the internet. Now some customers  had not seen the videos which were spoken of and had asked to share the wealth... With the eBay bidding war slipping from my mind, I pull up the videos. It took about 15 minutes to view and then I had sat back down infront of the computer starring at the screen thinking, "what I am I suppose to be doing.". Like a light switch turned on, I went to my eBay account in record timing to find out that I was 5 minutes late.

Once again... I feel like she stole my bus fare.

This Will Rock You.

What a relishing delight this day had become when a friend had sent me a picture of the Hellz x Reebok sneakers. This is a look at the appreciated footwear collaboration...

 How do I begin? Yellow laces... Black studs... The fold down black and white polka-dot design begining on the inside leads your eye to the Hellz & Reebok printed on the outside. As you slide you foot into these astonishing kicks, you will notice the words "Im ten steps" in one and "Ahead of you..." in the other. Contributions like this make these sneaks a must have for all "Ladys First" Women.

This here is for you.

My nail polish is blue

My car is black

I love you

and that is a fact

My eyeshadows brown

my hoody is green

my friend whos with me, whos down

the one I want on my team

Outside the snow is white

My bandana is pink

I will be tough for you and fight

I will replace your missing link

My lit candle is red

My Jewelry is gold

In this poem, what is said

is the truth behold!

wahahahaha. Biaaa.

I'm just a bebop baby, and I don't take nothing from no one!

This is a great movie. Enough Said.

A Thug Cant Do What a Gentleman Can...

First off, For the fellas:

The heat is fading as fall turned into winter starts to make its punctual arrival. I suggest you stock up on the Stussy collection to face the approaching cold. For the gentlemans style, "The Deluxe Pea Coat" is a the way to play it, but you can always remain safe in the fall with the "Worldwide Varisty Jacket". Check out the flavor at Stussy.com

I Heart Stussy Collaborations:

Stussy has thier priorities straight. While providing the women with lovely apparel marked "lady's first," they keep up with the men by providing a so fresh and so clean street class. Stussy knows how to play thier cards right, which is why the song "Gentleman" by Natalia Cappuccini (Verbz) plays out correctly.

My Theme Song for Stussy:

 (Gentleman by Verbs)

I want a man to bring home to my moma
got his game tight an there ain't no drama
no calls in the night from the 3rd baby moma
when the cheque comes no he ain't forgot that wallet...

rich man. poor man, hustler, whatever-
tought guys tough but he's far from clever
you don't gotta be the butler, just have manners
better put em on display or it ain't gone happen

i'm tellin ya i gotta have a gentleman
open up the doors and he holds my hand
i could have a thug but it ain't no match
cause a thug can't do what a gentleman can...

don't need your money
i got mine
what i'm askin for won't cost you a dime
can you give me what i like?
ain't no exception when it comes to ma guy...

call me by my name, don't call me babygirl
whos a girl? yo i thought i was ya lady
i need a man whos sophisticated-
read a magazine, but he reads me shakespeare
confidence mix with modesty
is the recipy when you wana step to me...
try to act hard and you won't get far
i need a lot more attention than you pay to your car
and i'm tellin you it ain't about commitment
just as long as you're handlin your business...
you don't gotta be a baller cause i prefer a boss
and a boss knows ladies come first!

i'm tellin ya i gotta have a gentleman
open up the doors and he holds my hand
i could have a thug but it ain't no match
cause a thug can't do what a gentleman can...

Corner Perplixity and Affliction

BEFORE READING: Press the pause button on my bear Suri in the upper right corner, then press the play button on the video. After that is done, you may proceed to read.

Its about 20 after 3 in the afternoon. I just got home from work  where I was  busting ass since 5 am. I go to one of my other jobs in less than an hour. Last night was a long night; I had tossed and turned and I was awake on the hour of every hour... till 4am.

As I walked in the door after returning from work, I kicked off the sneaks and closed my eyes. As my head was slowly sinking into the pillow, I turned it on. With the feeling of relaxation, trying to let go of my characters distress, my music starts to play. I hear Kooley High.

This is love.

Thank you.

Oops, Ima go, Nails like whoah

Check it

 Dont know what color to wear with your getup on friday night? Go to http://www.opi.com/ were you can try on all the possibilties. You can adjust the skin tone and nail length to what suits you best and rock it from there. I always venture far, my  nail color changes like a stop and go light but the blues and greens will always be my ish. XOXO OPI 

Quote of the day, Biaaatch

This is an email my good friend Sandie ( who did serve this country ) had sent to me. I thought it was worthy to post this for you all.

While the C-5 was turning over its engines, a female crewman gave the G.I.s on board the usual

information regarding seat belts, emergency exits, etc.

Finally, she said, 'Now sit back and enjoy your trip while your captain, Judith Campbell, and crew

take you safely to Afghanistan '

An old MSgt. sitting in the eighth row thought to himself,

'Did I hear her right? Is the captain a woman? '

When the attendant came by he said 'Did I understand you right? Is the captain a woman?' 'Yes,'! said the attendant, 'In fact, this entire crew is female.'

'My God,' he said, 'I wish I had two double scotch and sodas. I don't know what to think

with only women up there in the cockpit.'

'That's another thing, Sergeant,' said the crew member,

'We No Longer Call It The Cockpit'

'It's The Box Office.'

Quote of the day:

'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.'

So true, aint it?

A girl should be two things: Classy and Fabulous

If there was only one bad ass woman in fashion, Coco Chanel would take the lead. This successful woman full of energy and passion has a story that needs to be told. The movie "Coco before Chanel" has captured her fabulous essence and will further educate you in the game.

Listed below are some of my favorite quotes by this inspiring woman:

“Fashion fades, only style remains the same.

“As long as you know men are like children, you know everything!"

"Success is often achieved by those who don't know that failure is inevitable.”

“How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone."

“Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.”

"The best color in the whole world, is the one that looks good, on you!”

Its a Shame you Cant Tell Time.

But there is an Alternative.

No... You may NOT just get ANY watch. You must have guidelines. For example: I love me a Zub Zehn SB 20 Nooka! You see, they have a watch in any color and any style for any occasion. It is simply amazing and you  really cant go wrong at nooka.com.

http://www.nooka.com/

Although... the Pimp Pusher LED  is what I really crave.

http://www.tokyoflash.com/en/watches/pimp/p2pusher/

Its 2009 and you must be on top of your watch game.

It Aint a Secret..

I know what you are getting me for my birthday.

 Go on with yourself and let me know when you get it.

http://dimepiecedesigns.com/

Stay Educated.

"Keep A Breast encourages young people to keep a positive mind, body, and soul." This is a great organization that reaches out to the community though an outstanding use of creativity. Learn more and support.
Check it: http://www.keep-a-breast.org/

Serious Issue.

L.A. Gear: Simply sneakers that we a love due to the form of connection we all have with them. Its a connection with our past, our childhood memories. These sneakers are not trying to make a comeback, they have made a mouthful of a statement. I have seen them bring back some killer L.A. Gears in the past but never have I wanted L.A. Gears so bad since they hooked up with Club Zonder Filter.L.A. Gear X Club Zonder Filter Old Skool makes me happy. Lady's Only, Sorry Fellas. The Sneakers you see in the bottom right corner are what I really need for my fall attire. I love everything about this hightop and am currently searching for it online.

Learn more about L.A. Gear X Club Zonder Filter at http://www.thevine.com.au/fashion/articles/la-gear-x-club-zonder-filter-amsterdam.aspx

This Will Make You Laugh

Last night in a bar in the center of a crowd
I sit accompanied by my peers obnoxious and proud
It began with one man staring deeply into my eyes
Saying some bullshit, I had no reply

I asked him to leave, he was creepin me out
Standing too close, on the wrong route
In return, he blew into my ear
Asking me to dance, my expressions of fear

He was now in my bubble, my personal space
This moment we had, I wish I erased
He looked at my homegirls, said they had sass
Stating hes from Oregon, must mean hes badass

A song comes on, he turns to the dance floor
He made it a point that he was hardcore
Takes this broad from behind; takes off her shirt
Nothing but a creepshow, a repulsive pervert

Trying to get my attention, I hear this voice
But now do I listen? I have to make a choice
I decided to hear, what he had to say
This funny man, was on the straightway

Asked me if I would get on the pole and dance
I responded with no, un un, not a chance
He pondered on how I would talk someone into it
said buy em a drink and keep their grits lit

His challenge: May I buy you a drink, make it a double
I don't drink, I laughed, you must mean trouble
His comeback was good, I was not prepared
He said he knew I was pregnant, oh how he dared

The shit was funny, I gave him mad props
Cookie cutter though, straight from the bakeshop.
I told him you cant have your cake and eat it too
Then he decided to argue and make it an issue

I didn't have time, it was getting late
Told him no, he best relocate
He was persistent, running his mouth
Starting talkin all g like he was reppin the south

About that time, I walk away
He said, baby but wait, its my birthday
What a pathetic fool, indeed a poor guy
Tonight... these... fellas... I asked myself why...

haha true story. Thought you'd like that.

The 1 and Only Emotional Blog U Will Get.

So, I had a very dear friend pass away about a month ago. His name was Chad Johnson. He used to live by me and then moved down to Texas which was very sad. Although I was sad he moved, Chad and I had a strong friendship and believe it or not we kept in touch through out the years.

This weekend I flew to Texas to spend time with his Mother Penny and Nicole. Penny is one of the sweetest women I know. She is beautifully kind-hearted and a phenomenal Mother. Time and time again, Chad had told me that her and Bob were his hero's and his love for them and Gabby, his sis was enduring. Unfortunately,Gabby could not be there this weekend :( and Bob was flying out by me, the same time I was flying out by him, so I did not get to see him but I did get to speak with him on the phone for a bit about chupacabras and Aston Martins :).

I was looking forward to weekend for a while but I was very nervous of what to expect. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be going down there and feel like this nightmare just began again. I had a connecting flight in ATL. That airport is so damn big. I like to walk to find my gate but after 45 minutes of being lost, I decided to ask how to get to the train so I could find the terminal C. I finally found it and boarded that flight right away.

I arrived in Houston about 1:30 in the afternoon. My second flight went so fast. I was drawing a picture of Chad for Penny on the plane and didn't even have time to perfect it. The plane ride for me started getting a little emotional. "This was it." I was getting off this plane in Houston and Chad was not picking me up. Holding back tears from the public eye, I started to look for my bag. I mean no one can miss my luggage. They say don't bring luggage that will stand out because it is more likely to be taken but I would never travel with out a few Betsey Johnson delights... Anyways, they had locked my bag in a room... I don't know why, but I did not realize that until the 45 minutes passed of me starring at all the luggage sliding by on the revolving belt.

I then receive a phone call from Penny saying shes there. I turn to my left and look straight ahead. I saw Penny! I gave her a big hug, then we went to get my bag, and we proceeded to the car. While in the car, we shared our first light tears. I have been up since 3am, overtired, and hungry for I refuse to buy anything but coffee at airports. We pulled into Chili's restaurant when Penny had called Nicole to come meet us. I was excited to but nervous to. Nicole comes in and greets me with a hug, what a sweetheart she is for real. I feel for her and Penny so much and cant send enough love for them. Our lunch was over and we headed back to the house where everything came crashing down on me again. A couple of Chads friends were there and I guess I was a little overwhelmed. My mood was real rude and I stepped outside to let it out and then maintain composure.

Saturday, Penny and I got up and went to get coffee and kalachis( Spelling?ha) which I had never had before. Around noon, Nicole walked in the door and we took off for Sargent Beach where Chad had passed away. Can you imagine how hard this was for them? They were taking me there and I cant speak enough about how much I appreciate it. About an hour and a half later we were there. Driving passed love shacks, a little lost, we finally found the road. My stomach started getting queasy and this warm feeling, almost like chi, cruised up and down my body. There it was. We pulled over to the side of the road and in the field sat crosses and flowers. Penny and Nicole stayed on the road and I, in fear of rattle snakes, stepped into the field. Standing over the dieing cactus and grass which was pushed to the ground, I closed my eyes and had my moment.


I cant tell you how many times this weekend I had that warm feeling of chi. As I get back in the car, I thank Penny and Nicole for taking me there. It wasn't easy for them, I know that. We proceed to the Beach where Chad was going to go fishing. I step on that sand and think of how peaceful everything was. The beach is so beautiful that even with people around you feel like you are the only one there. We are all quiet and in thought. We stayed there for a bit and then started to walk back in the car. I reach down to pick up a shell for keepsake and I hear Nicole and Penny say, "Does that say Gabby?" There it was, written in the sand, Chad's sisters name. A couple footsteps down, also engraved in the sand were the words "I love you" with an arrow underneath, which pointed in the direction of Gabby. Wow, right? A little crazy. What are the chances of this, the day we go down there, written so perfectly. I took pictures at the beach in amazement and then I grabbed a stick and started to write to Chad in the sand. I dated my note and signed it with love.



Penny, Nicole, and I walked back to the car and continued to drive past all the beach houses and then home. We went to an amazing Mexican restaurant and topped it off with Ben and Jerrys. Later that night Penny and I put on some videos of Chad which I had viewed over and over again. He has this informational cooking video that I could not stop smiling when seeing it. He was so funny in it, I didn't want to turn it off! Penny and I continue to reminisce of Chad for the rest of the night. Saturday, was a crazy day, very emotional but we all stayed very strong.

Sunday morning came fast. I was glad that we did not see a chupacabra on Saturday night. Penny has seen one in real life in her own back yard! Those goat blood sucking creatures are so scary! I am early riser and said rise and shine to that sun at 7am. I stepped out of the bedroom and went on the computer where I started to write a post for Chads wall. Once again, I write something long and meaningful and decide not to post it. I remain on the computer while starring at the pictures that I took on the beach on Saturday, then, spilling tears, I headed back to room to read some letters that Chad had wrote to me a while back.

Shortly after, I hear Nicole's voice. She was saying she had a dream about a chucamunga haha; a chupacabra. I look down and there she was. Today we were going to the country club where Chad cooked. As we drive past houses that you only see on covers of magazine and in your dreams,ha, I thought about how Chad knew he was gettin it. Chad had such a bold and strong personality. He never gave up and I give him so many props for conquering his struggles and his winning over his accomplishments. He was doing so well, I wish I could of told him how proud of him I was. We drove up to the front of the club and the valet parker's hopped in as we got out. The hostess greeted us at the door and guided us through the dinning room to our table with an amazing view. The buffet was packed with luxurious items such as shrimp and oooo weee you should of seen the deserts. There in front of me stand two cooks, one preparing a dish of pasta and the other cooking omelets. I can just image Chad and his personality. The members there loved him. I just know it. We had an amazing brunch and yes, I did go up twice for dessert.

Time was flying so fast, and it was that time. Time for me to head back home. As I packed up the car, Penny and Nicole took me to the airport. Leaving them was so hard. I don't know why, but I always try to hold everything back. I never let anyone see me sweat or cry. As I'm struggling to maintain a straight face, I give Penny and Nicole a hug, where once again that feeling of chi was running through my body. I shut the door and run inside the airport for I was running a little late checking my bag. lol. I board the plane right away and am seated next to this girl who is who is talking dirty on the phone. I believe she was slightly intoxicated ha, but maaaan was she loud and ranting profanity.I just look at the lady next to me and hope there was a different seat for me... There wasn't a extra seat for me but I did zone her out thinking about the hard and depressing but wonderful weekend. Frantically, I was getting the blues and started to cry. Leaving Penny and Nicole was heartbreaking. It was very painful and tragic, really, heart rendering. This whole weekend was such a whirlwind.

I appreciate everything Penny has done for me so much. It was amazing meeting Nicole and spending the weekend with them was like having a piece of Chad back. I am forever grateful and am going to continuously send my love and blessings to Chads family and friends.

My Weekend: Tattoo Convention

Saturday Night I went to the Harley Davidson museum for the Kingpins Tattoo Convention. I went there with a pocket full of cash but all I ended up with was a foot switch and clip cord. I got the chance to talk to amazing artists from around the world and once again be in awe over the sideshows. This time, I was hiding in the back so I was not asked to be a volunteer again. Overall, this weekend was dope but suspension and sideshows are still weird to say the least.

Horchata: True Life

Milk: I don't drink it unless it is in my cereal or chocolate shake. But what I do love to consume is is some sweet, creamy, Horchata topped with cinnamon. So, almost everyday that I am at the tattoo shop, I get this suffering craving for Horchata. Lucky for me, there is an exquisite Mexican restaurant down the street. As soon as I walk in the door there are three employees that run back and start filling up those cups. I get three horchatas: one for me, one for George and one for Skully.
From the time I leave the restaurant and get back to the tattoo shop my horchata is more than half gone. Seriously, ridiculous. To prevent this from happening, I decided to ask if i could buy a pitcher. I was told I could buy a half gallon. Now they love to give me deals there, cause I am regular customer, so I left with only 9 dollars out of my pocket, three horchatas and a half gallon.
I got back to the tattoo shop where the first cup was already down. This is great I thought to myself, "Ill just go ahead and refill my cup." Second cup down... "This is a beautiful thing, ill just go ahead and refill my cup again...". 2.5 cups down the road, I started feeling a little weak and unwell. I stopped there due to the nauseous effect that had creeped upon me every time I thought of horchata. The half gallon was still pretty full, so I took it back home where I would be able to drink it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner the next day.
I brought that shit home and couldn't even look at it. I was trying to pawn it off on my brothers but had no luck. This half gallon of horchata was not going to be finished. So, there it remained on the bottom shelf of my refrigerator for 6 days.
I opened the Fridge today to see If anything looked tempting and saw this lonely, un-gulped half gallon of horchata. Still, thinking about how I drank way to much in one sitting only a week ago, I grabbed the gallon and put it on the table. I went to get a glass, sat down, slid the lid off the container, and inhaled what had the be the most corrupt, corroded stench possible. 7 in the morning and I was not ready for this gruesome matter. I will not be explaining what had happened next but I will tell you that I am no longer drinking horchata.
Point of the story, some times you are better off not buying in mass quantity. Take something so good as a privilege and be rewarded. Don't indulge often, for you will no longer be satisfied with what was once a delicacy.

I Feel Like she Stole my Bus Fare

I have been watching these Married to the Mob x Colette Reebok Freestyles (Only 350 pairs made worldwide) that have been on eBay for 10 days. OK, so the moment I saw them I checked the size. 7.5, a little big, but I can manage a half size up. These sneakers were put on eBay for me. Quickly without thinking, I started to bid the first two days... I was antsy and uncalm. Then under a deep breath I thought to myself, "wait till the last day so these fantastic soles can be mine."

Well, yesterday was the last day of the Married to the Mob x Colette auction and the war began. I upped a dollar, she upped a dollar, I upped a dollar, he upped a dollar. Then out of the corner of my eye I glanced at the clock. It was that time; I already pushed it being late to work, so at 15 minutes left, I put my top bid in. I then, crossed my fingers and packed my things, jumped in my car, and headed to my money maker.

8 hours of the day had passed and not one minute went by where I did not think of those kicks. When the day had come to an end, I rushed home to get on eBay. I rushed so fast to see that these lovely, one of a kind high tops have been bought for 1 dollar more than I had bid. I feel like she stole my bus fare. Mother Fucker.

Recommendation for the Ladies

So It has been two years since this book has been out and I finally got my hands on it. Camilla Morton is a hilarious author with a strong sense of class. "How to Wear High Heels" really is the girls guide to everything. From getting ready, to picking up dog poop, going to a funeral or attending a wedding, Camilla Morton lets girls know how to be and stay on point. I strongly recommend this to the ladies.

New XBOX!

It is finally coming to our indubitable future: The New XBOX. MmMmmm. I first had seen an abundant amount of tutorials for this a while back. The new XBOX, also known as Project Natal, is a hands-free control system that can use face recognition and motion sensors to allow users to play games. Project Natal has to be the most fascinating and electrifying thing I have seen since the robot violinist. Although, the more I watch it, the more creepy and unpleasant it becomes. I remain in a love/hate relationship. Can we no longer leave our children with an imagination? What do you think? '

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My Lost Nooka

It has been two weeks since I have lost my Nooka. Things in my life have been frustrating and chaotic due to this loss. At 6am this morning, I woke up to my nooka alarm. Still half asleep, I jet out of bed to find the watch. Peering through my sock drawers and throwing makeup out of bins in mayhem, I make a mess. After one minute the alarm had silenced. Better luck next time. :(