Monthly Archives: April 2008

time for fresh ink

I have a tattoo. One, measly, “baby’s first” tattoo. Yes, I realize that it’s one more than a lot of people have, but me… I’d wanted ink since I was in my early teens. The catch was waiting to turn 18… and then trying to find something that I could live with FOREVER. The design on my ankle, drawn for me by my sister on the very day I was born, could not be more perfect. My BFITWWW, Mandy, had her ankle inked on the same day, and we considered it a sort of rite of passage into “well, I guess this is as adult as we’re gonna get.”

That was nearly seven years ago.

I am aching for more. And this time, after having experienced the same surgical laser procedure that is used to remove tattoos, I can say that coming up with something I can live with forever is definitely at the forefront of the design process. I’d been tossing around some ideas more and more vocally, when Erin suggested that we get inked together, before she moves to OKC, to commemorate our time together. Which is a lovely idea… but she leaves in July. Now, I have a deadline. I keep coming up with ideas, but nothing seems as solid as the drawing that my sister did. One concept has been rolling around for a year, refusing to die, but I haven’t hammered it out yet…

After spending the past weekend in Las Vegas with a fabulously decorated RAB crowd, I’m trying to get myself to ease up a little. Whatever I get, will be a record of whatever I was feeling in that moment. I might even break my “nothing on my back, where I can’t see it” rule because that one idea I have in mind would look best across my shoulders or as an upper chest piece, and if it isn’t absolutely, inhumanly perfect… frankly, I’d rather not be able to see it.

So, I’m hoping to talk to an artist in person this week, and float a few concepts past him. He’s the guy with the gun, so I’m sure he’ll have some wisdom to impart. And if he comes across as a twit, well, then I keep looking.


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Nom de Vivre

Here on this side of the screen, I go by Tiddleywink (or AmpersandRanch), but in RL, my name, and accompanying business email address, begins with a G. It’s also pronounced like a G, not a J, although that shouldn’t have any bearing on the rest of this tale…

A particular project at work involved my sending electronic files, via email, to a manager who then forwarded them to her print vendor. Easy-peasy; done before I left town. While I was out of the office, the vendor sent me a direct message, to my correct email address, but WITHIN the email, spelled my name with a J. Twice. The manager, who had been CC’d, replied and politely corrected the vendor’s error… which the vendor persisted in making in the continuing email dialogue.

Now, I’m accustomed to people misHEARing my name, but this is a whole new experience. A person who has only ever SEEN my name, neatly typed, is still misspelling it?

I have a very low tolerance for “dense.”


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Overheard from my big mouth

On Tuesday night, I went over to my friend Scott’s place for dinner. He cooked a nice meal, I brought some not-bad beer, and when we were done, he turned on his giant TV so I could watch the baseball game.

But the digital cable was out.

So Scott called Comcast, and the tech support gal walked him through a few troubleshooting steps… at one point, Scott asked if she could hang on because he needed two hands to fiddle with some wiring. He hit a button on his phone, set it down on the floor between us, and as he was crawling under the TV, asked me if I’d colored my hair…

“Yes, actually.”

“It’s more extreme. It looks good.

“Thanks. It had better look good… it cost me (undisclosed) fucking dollars.”

(momentary pause, then me again) “I sure hope this nice, helpful lady is on mute, and didn’t have to hear me cussing.”

“Actually, she’s on speaker-phone.”

” … ” (Mind reels. Wait, this is Scott. He deadpanned it, so of course, he’s kidding.)

(Scott, a little louder) “Ma’am, are you still there?”

(disembodied laugh emanates from the cell phone sitting on the floor) “Yes, I’m right here. And it’s okay, I’ve heard worse.”

Dying. Just dying. Ma’am, I am so very sorry. I do occasionally pepper my language with such coarseness, but not usually in front of strangers… or while sober. Thank you for handling it with grace. Also, could you tell me where to buy some? Clearly, I’m all out.


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Viva Las Vegas photos

Okay, I decided to skip any planned retouching. These photos are therefore burdened with the occasional lightpost that I couldn’t crop out of the frame, unfortunately distracting reflections, etc.

A little background: We flew in late Wednesday night, and tho’ we planned to have at least one drink at the bar before retiring, the wait at baggage claim and the line to check in at the Orleans pretty much took us to our 3am goal. The rest of the weekend was mostly a blur of drinking, music, shopping, camera lenses, laughing (lots of laughing), and meeting a boatload of hep people. Hats off to Fort Collins Elvis, Linda and Priscilla, Young Jason, Jesse and his friends Nate and… um… their other friend, Jonny “Velvet Elvis” Barber, John and Diesel, and… uh… everybody else who took the time to introduce themselves and make for a grand ol’ time. I hope to see you next year, if I don’t see you sooner!


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Home from VLV11

Home again, home again, jiggity jive. There was drinking, there was dancing, there was shopping, there was ogling, there was flirting, there was fighting and complaining and hugging and all in all it was a lot of work and I’m glad to be home… but at the same time, I’m already sad to be back in the real world. I’m still tired but will try very hard to post final photos within the next day or two. Villanovababy already has her selects posted here.


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Bags are packed, bracelets are strung, necklaces are made, etickets and confirmation emails are printed… my new contact lenses have chosen NOW to go all wonky on me. There always seems to be a break-in period with each new pair, and I forget about that every time.

Work is going to feel ETERNAL tomorrow! I have a date with HosTuff to get manis/pedis at lunch. That should help break up the day.

And then… Viva!

I’m gonna keep on the run
I’m gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke, well
I’ll always remember that I had a swingin’ time

I’m gonna give it ev’rything I’ve got
Lady Luck please let the dice stay hot
Let me shoot a seven with ev’ry shot
Viva Las Vegas,
Viva Las Vegas,
Viva, Viva Las Vegas

Catch you on the flip side, kiddoes!


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Product Testimonial

If, like me, you grew up reading any amount of fashion magazines, you know that a proper base for a “finished” face starts with clean, toned skin, moisturizer, and YAWN you’ve already lost me. Too much work, too many steps. I rarely moisturize, I never use foundation. I usually limit my makeup to liquid liner, or the previous day’s smudges of liquid liner. If I’m feeling really ambitious, I add mascara and lipstick. No lipliner, no primer, no blotting. Friends have delicately mentioned that my skin could look a little more even if I made some effort. I have tinted moisturizer… no, too heavy. I’ve tried two different brands of mineral powder: one had an applicator that didn’t apply, the other was like dusting pore enhancer on my face.

Out shopping with Megan on Saturday, I mentioned that I’d wear foundation if I could find one that provided good coverage, and yet didn’t feel like I was wearing anything. We both laughed at the concept. Then, just for funsies, and because it smelled so good, we popped into The Body Shop. We poked around at the scent bar, we tried their new body butter, and hey look! Foundation in a little pump bottle. Megan helped me pick a shade, I pumped a little out onto the back of my hand, tapped it to my face…

Holy crap. This stuff is good. My rosy cheeks? Now flesh-toned. Added bonus: it’s weightless. And, of course, not tested on animals and all that other feel-good Body Shop mission stuff. AND it’s SPF15. Which I don’t really care about, but I know that I should.

The store is brand new, so they were giving away free gifts with all purchases. Neat! And oh, have I ever tried their foundation brushes? Um, hello, you can apply foundation with a brush? Because I will say, I hate getting it all over my fingers, and sponge applicators soak it up. Salesgal showed us the brushes, Megan acted as guinea pig, and you know what? Brilliant. Just fekkin’ brilliant. We each bought a brush, and salesgal gave us different free gifts.

Today was my first test with the brush, and my own bottle of Oil-Free Foundation. Worked like a charm. Excellent coverage that lasted all day, and I couldn’t feel a thing. Product Love.


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