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Ink Me!

I've been wanting another tattoo for a very long time. Problem is, I want the tattoo to represent the names of my children in some way.

At first I thought I'd have some sort of "name" bracelet done. Pretty much the names of each of my children done in cursive style writing around my wrist. But the more I thought about it the less I liked it and the idea became shelved.

Then today I came across the Phoenix to your right and I fell in love. Logans' middle name is Phoenix and it came from, you guessed it, the Phoenix who will rise from his own ashes to live again. I think I have one tattoo down.



Then I got to thinking.

Arwens' name (as I'm sure you've guessed) was taken from Tolkiens beloved Lord of the Rings books. The symbol represents the Evenstar pendant that Arwen wears and gives to Aragorn.

I thought about having this done as well but I'm still in thinking stages. The great thing about tattoos is you can always get them later, there is no need to rush. So I'll be taking my time on it. But I'm settled on the Phoenix, now I need to decide where to put it.

File this Under

Just file this under what happens when your child takes the recliner/rocker and jumps on the back of the head rest.

FYI, the corner of a recliner can and will pierce dry wall. Just in case you were wondering...

Twistable Crayons

Here comes shameless advertising (without the check made out to yours truly sadly).

This is the best invention EVER. These crayons last and last, don't leave wrappers laying about and are sturdy enough to withstand being stepped on. I swear by them and they are absolutely worth the extra cash.

I'd never seen them before until this year. If you color at home with your children (or if you know a kiddo who enjoys to color) consider picking up a box. You won't regret it.

Superbowl

For the first time in my life I didn't have a team to root for this year. This isn't because I dislike the Giants nor the Patriots but instead stems from the fact I cannot stand either quarterback: Eli Manning or Tom Brady.

I couldn't decide who I wanted to lose more so I cheered on whenever any sack was made and booed all touchdown passes. I cheered for both teams and against both teams and at the end when the Giants won I felt strangely let down and furious.

It is without a doubt the worst Superbowl of my life. I hope next year marks a return to enjoying this yearly celebration. Just god please no more Eli or Tom. Especially Eli. Anyone remember the hissy fit he threw when he was drafted by the Chargers? He made my children look good. What a pansy.

Sarah Silverman

This is one of the most funny things I've seen all week. If you watch Jimmy Kimmel like I do you know all about the 'war' between these too.

Warning, tons of bleeping going on, so no children in the room when watching!

Another sick news story

I've been loosely following THIS story. It is just too much for me at times to even think about. I hope the baby didn't suffer but I'm sure she did. Being cooked in a microwave and dying hours later cannot be pleasant.

This is the reason I stay at home. This is why I've never had anyone babysit that wasn't my own Mother, Sister, or Mother in law (or Aunt on a few occassions). I fear too much for my children. The world isn't the place it used to be. You cannot even trust Mothers with their own children anymore.

I hope this woman burns. I think we are too lax on people that commit crimes such as these. Things like this occur too often, to too many children. Now don't misunderstand me. I realize that in some circumstances women are mentally ill. For them I feel sorrow but I can't impart total blame. If you've ever read Are you Home Alone about Andrea Yates you'll see what I mean. Sometimes people don't heed the warning signs and in those situations I blame the support system *cough*her husband*cough.

The more I see things like this the more I really am considering adoption in the future. I know my children drive me batty from time to time but they also fill me with more gratification than any well paying job ever could. Just knowing I could take a child from a potentially dangerous environment, show him or her endless love and devotion. That I could become a Mother to a child that desperately needs it. How can I not consider taking that step?

In the meantime, there are more children than my loving arms could ever take in and that breaks my heart. Children are so innocent, how can a person harm one. I just don't understand and I'm glad I don't.

(note, the picture above was taken from HERE. The image really touched me. It is Children adopted with mental illness caused by the time they spent in the orphanageYedioth Achronot 2006)