Selfish post 2008

It’s secret swap time! Yay!

I’m doing our secret swap again this year, so here is my all about me post for this year. It’s pretty much the same one from last year, and the year before.

What I am… I am a mom, a daughter, a sister, a wife, and all the things those roles define. I act as an accountant, a chef (gourmet and diner varieties), a maid, a washing woman, seamstress, personal shopper, and any other menial household task you can think of. I am also a taxi service on occasion as well as a nurse.

Now that I have (somewhat) defined my role, here is who I am (on this day)… I haven’t knitted in ages, so please, no yarn. I like reading, but I am picky. I am a web and graphic designer by trade, and I do that in my spare time. I co-own and operate Punky Moms, the rockin’est (is that a word? It is now!) parenting forum out there. I spend way more time there than is probably healthy, but I seriously love it and couldn’t think of a better way to spend my spare time. And all my other time. And time that doesn’t exist yet. I like to think I can sew and do all sorts of other crafty things, but in reality, there isn’t any time left over for it. I am kinda-sorta learning to tattoo, but I seem to be out of time and a cheering section.

I have lots of tattoos and big ears. My lobes are stretched to 3/4 of an inch, my double conches are an 8g, my tragii are a 10g and my helixes are at a 2G. I’ve had my navel pierced since I was 14 and yes it’s still there. Everything else I’ve removed.

I have a general wishlist posted here: http://quirkymom.com/wishful/

I am a stay at home mom.

I live in South Florida, where it’s hot all the time, but I can’t think of anyplace better to live. I grew up in MD but I don’t want to move back.

Hm… I can’t think of anything else right now. If my secret pal wants to know anything in particular, just drop me an email!

Le sigh

Malachai just told me Mxxx in his class said black people should vote for a black president and white people should vote for a white president.

First of all, I bet Mxxx is hispanic, so WTF and second of all, why are six year olds worried about the colour of our presidents skin? Why are their parents pushing that bullshit on them?

I told Malachai we should vote based on who believes what we believe (and I explained about taxes, the war and same-sex marriage, albeit briefly) and not based on the colour of thei skin. It shouldn’t matter at all, and I pointed out that my skin is all sorts of different colours. He looked confused for half a second, and then told me my skin is lots of colours because I have tattoos. I said that’s right, and just because I have tattoos doesn’t mean I have to vote for a president that has them too.

Wow, I’m a little more me every day.

Sometimes I look down, and I’m shocked I have most of a full sleeve on one arm. I still expect to see virgin skin. Then I feel all warm inside, because I feel like me, and every drop of ink that goes into my skin makes me just a little bit more like who I feel like on the inside, instead of what I look like on the outside.

I think I want some dermal implants, but I can’t decide where, and frankly, I don’t know that I can commit to them at this time. Probably for the best that I don’t get them.

I still need to remove the curved barbell post from the back of my neck. I’ve needed to do this for over ten years now. I am still not looking forward to it. I might have it removed, and get the dermal anchors put there. I want a tree of life (the Jew-y one, with the lines and the points, not an actual tree)… maybe instead of tattooing the points I  can get dermal anchors done with the different stones, and the lines tattooed in later.

Lots to think about. Lots to digest. I’m just going to sit on all that for a bit.

Busy Today, Busy Tomorrow

We leave at some ridiculous hour tomorrow, so I am packing today. I am doing laundry today. I have most of my kids stuff, some of mine. Some in the wash, some in the dryer. What’s for dinner tonight? I don’t know. We had leftovers last night.I need to figure out what shoes I am wearing up there too. I hate traveling.

Working on The Bazaar, it needs [a lot of] work to be 100% ready for the press release. This is your official personal invite over there.

Speaking of press, Sarah wrote this gem about me for our “About Us” area, and my only reaction was “I want to hang with her!” I guess I don’t give myself the cool points others see in me lol

Jennifer Johnpoll is the archetype of the next generation matriarch.  She is a stay at home mom raising five children (three of her own and two in her charge), one husband and one father.  In her youth she wore a green mowhawk and had already begun her beautiful collection of tattoos.  She used to tour with Rancid and haunt the popular punk hangouts in Baltimore in the 90s.  As a mom she is as hip as ever.  She continues to add to her tattoo collection, but has swapped the punk haunts for playgrounds and the school pick up line.  Jenn runs the technical aspect of Punky Moms.  Whenever there is a tech problem, she fixes it.  She is responsible for how fantastic this place looks and operates.

Yah. *chuckles*  I don’t see me that way, but who ever does see themselves how others do?

What else what else….  I am updating the kids Leasters/Didj for the trip. My lovely bought me a Sony Portable Reader (eBook) for the trip and loaded it up. I am d/l some books as well – they are PDF, so I hope they convert OK b/c it seems a lot of the don’t.

I know, I’ve been slacking on my actual blogging of real non-me related things. I’ll get back on it when I get back from MD.

I did something stupid today :/

So Michael did some shading on my arm today. I have really bad wrists – just tattooing over the nerves and tendons fucks them up, as well as makes my entire hand do some funny things. Well, he hit the magic spot today! I jerked my arm back (something he said no one has ever done) because I felt what felt like a jolt of electricity down my thumb! Normally I keep pretty still on those areas, I’ve never had a reaction to it like that!

So after letting me settle down (I was almost in tears, it really scared me because everything I do involves my hands in one way or another and what if this was fucking me up worse, you know?) we got back to work and just avoided that area.

He did some work near it, and it was similar, but not same. Not as bad as that actual spot anyway. Crazy!!

We’ll take photos tonight after I uncover and wash up.