Well, I don't exactly know where to begin. Mom came out here to Seattle May 14th. We had a great time! I was SO glad she came out here! We totally did the whole tourist thing!!! Went to the zoo, pacific science center, seattle aquarium, argosy harbor cruise, whale watching,etc. It was SO nice. I honestly wished that she didn't have to go home! Well, I went to the doctor's office to talk to him about being really stressed out and bitchin my kids out all the time. It wasn't fair to them. So, I went to see if there was anything they could do. My doc gave me clonopin. BIG MISTAKE! He put me on 2mg twice a day. Well, the entire week I was on it..... erased from my memory. I don't remember anything from the time I started taking it to the time I woke up from a 2 1/2 day drug enduced coma. It totally sucked! I ended up blacking out. I was in such a deep sleep that my neck was on the edge of the coffee table, cutting off my airways. When I finally woke up, I immediately stopped taking it! Then on Monday, June 19th, I went back to the doctor. Let him know about what had happened the previous week. Including getting into a fight with my neighbor and running down a jogger who was jogging on the wrong side of the road. Sad thing: that's not my style. I was like a totally different person. Brass balls. And no memory. Scary combination.  Anyway, on the 19th, I went into the doctor. Diagnosed with having asthmatic bronchitis-- again! Plus I had a misquito bite or a spider bite or something like that on my upper back. It ended up getting a staph infection in it. Now I have a crater in my back. It's slowly healing. And talk about pain. OMG!!!  My doctor also saw my mom because she was coughing and not feeling all that great. She ran out of one of her inhalers. To make a long story short, my doctor admitted her into the hospital because she couldn't breathe all that well. She stayed there for 2 days. She got on the plane on Wednesday. She felt fine. She felt good. Tired, yes. She caught her flight back to TX. I wanted to say goodbye to her. But the lady at the gate was horrible. She was like "I have 110 other passengers to board. Lets go."  So I got to hug her and kiss her real quick and off she went. I didn't hear back from her for days. When Friday afternoon rolled around, I called my Uncle. He said she hadn't made it down to his house yet. Apparently, she developed a pleural effusion due to the altitude and pressure from the plane. She was admitted to the hospital in McKinney, TX where she was on a vent and had to have emergency hemodialysis in order to drain the fluid from her heart and lungs. It was horrible. I didn't even get a phone call to let me know she was in the hospital. How F-ed up is that? Right now, I am not claiming that I have relatives.

That is pretty much about it.

This is the original photo before I got it put on my back. You like????

I got this one touched up today as well. When I first got this tattoo 5 years ago (anniversary of my dad's death), it was purple and gray. closest they could get to silver. Anyway, the gray faded, so I had purple and flesh tones. I decided to have the flesh part colored in with something else. I thought the pink contrasted pretty well.  I think on the 10th anniversary of my dad's death, I am going to have dolphins circling the star.  Not sure yet.... endures a lot of pain! :)

Well, just wanted to let everyone know what I did. Tell me what you think!

This is a dragonfly tribal tattoo that I got a couple hours ago. It hurt like hell, but I likeit. Tell me what ya think, ok????