Fab Tats

Years ago I learned that a lot of women who undergo a mastectomy and opt not to have reconstructive surgery will instead get elaborate tattoos. I love that. It's restoring something beautiful in a completely different way and giving the woman a new kind of secret that she gets to share with whomever she chooses. (Also, I am quite certain I used whomever incorrectly, but no one reads this blog anyway.) These were a few that I simply adored.

All a girl really wants is...

Early July Texts with Bishop

My Soundtrack

List Songs You Thought Were About You (A.K.A. Your Theme Song)

Lisa Says

Sad Lisa

Somebody to Love

Seasick, Yet Still Docked

Unloveable

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want

That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

I Know It's Over

Sullen Girl

Paper Bag

Get Gone

The Way Things Are

Simple Kind of Life

I'm Still Here

Somebody

Not a Pretty Girl

Names and Dates and Times

Evolve

Overlap

The Onion - Women's Edition Posts

I have loved The Onion for decades and I am so so glad that I took screenshots of my fave posts over the years. They always make me laugh til I cry.

Spiderwebs

October 2015

Post to the USS Gravely

I'm still, if you can believe it, going through all my photos on my laptop and my phone and deleting a bunch of pictures and screenshots. It's tedious as hell and endless, but I love stumbling across moments I'd forgotten. Here's a snap that Ashlee took back in December 2015 when Sean was deployed and I was writing him at least three letters a week. The poor guy was stuck on a ship, away from home, missing his new bride and their wee little Bailey. I wanted him to know that I was thinking of him, so I tried to brighten his days with silly postcards and notes. He never wrote back, which I wasn't expecting anyway because he was twenty-three and kids nowadays do not even know how to address an envelope. But this little screenshot from Ashlee made me so happy, knowing that he liked getting mail from me. Once he came home for good, he told me he kept all my letters in his seabag. That gave me the warm and fuzzies.