Category Archives: Ponderings

Sparkly Punky Ducky

I arrived at the studio with a UPS failed delivery sticker on the door from yesterday (Monday). Which is odd, because our UPS guy knows we’re not open on Mondays.

So, a new UPS guy shows up. I sign for the package. And I thought maybe it was some jewelry that was back-ordered for the studio. However, I didn’t recognize the sender name or address. Hmm…

Ooo... a package!
Ooo… a package!

But wait, it’s all festive on the inside. Not the normal packing peanuts I’m used to.

It's TARDIS blue on the inside...
It’s TARDIS blue on the inside…
And a blue box.
And a blue box.

Emblazoned on top of the box is a big “SWAROVSKI” logo.


Holy cow. What’s this about? I’ve never received anything so fancy looking before on the outside. This has to be a joke, right?

So much excitement!
So much excitement!

The box contains so much…

Awesome ducky!
Awesome ducky!

…shiny duckyness!

So shiny...
So shiny…
So pretty...
So pretty…

But why me? And who is this from?

A note!
A note!
The most fabulous ducky I have ever received!
The most fabulous ducky I have ever received!

Thank you so very much, Calvin! I am greatly honored and appreciative for both the wonderful comments about my blog, and the gorgeous ducky! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

I owe you a great big, ginormous hug when we get to meet in person!

Until next time...

Ye Olde Barn Raising, Part I

For those of you in project management or have to work on projects to begin with, do you know sometimes how mid-project you find out you need to do another project so you can complete your project?

Well, that happened with the never-ending Master Bathroom project.

Let’s just say I’ve run out of places to put my tools…

The current state of the Master Bathroom...
The current state of the Master Bathroom…

And the Master Closet...
And the Master Closet…

I have no place to store the tools I’m using! We don’t have a garage or other storage shed. There’s the fowl barn, but it’s dirty and open, and the last round of tools I had up there were pretty much ruined either by the birds or the weather.

So the Husbear decided I needed to have my own barn. To put all the tools in. Because he’s tired of them in the house.

This is our anniversary week when we usually go driving around somewhere in the USA. But this year we decided we should stay home and work on the home, as we’ve been pouring all our energy and money into his salon and my tattoo studio this year remodeling both.

So Monday I started digging, measuring, leveling out, and installing the foundation blocks. I only got a little over half the pillars installed that day:

Foundation going in...
Foundation going in…

It was hot and humid, and I hadn’t done that much manual labor in ages. Plus digging through the Arkansas ground (aka ROCKS) takes a lot of energy.

Tuesday I woke up really early after a night of Beveraging and being out late. Like 5AM early. I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I waited for it to get light enough so I could work outside. I finished the foundation, and waited on Lowe’s to deliver the lumber we ordered.

Once the wood got there, I started installing the floor framing. Which took no time at all.

The floor framing...
The floor framing…

I didn’t expect to get that much done so quickly, so the Husbear and I headed back to Lowe’s to pick up the floor sheathing. I had time, so I may as well get to work on it.

Starting floor sheathing...
Starting floor sheathing…

I was finally done. Or my body was. Plus the Husbear and I wanted to go out to eat dinner for our anniversary.

Today I woke up way late. My body was tired. I got to work on the last of the floor sheathing, and got it all installed today.

Flooring complete!
Flooring complete!

And that’s it for today. At least as far as my barn goes. We head out of town tomorrow, so I’ll pick back up on it and start the wall framing next weekend, hopefully.

Until next time...

Dilemma, Part II

A follow-up to the Dilemma post I did last Friday.

After considering everything my close circle and those of you who commented or messaged me had to say, I decided to call the client before the appointment this Saturday. After several attempts over several days of trying to reach him (apparently his cell phone was “disconnected”), I finally reached his voicemail Tuesday evening. I didn’t really want to leave a message as I wanted to talk to him live, but I did. I essentially told him that I’d tattoo him, but he had a few tattoos I didn’t feel comfortable with tattooing unless he wanted to cover those up with new tattoos. I asked him to call back so I could speak with him in person.

Which he did today/Wednesday.

I re-relayed to him essentially what I left on the voicemail. He said he didn’t want to cover the tattoos as they represented his personal convictions, and said he would find another tattoooist. To which I actually offered him a couple names of tattooists in another town who I thought might be more… willing… to tattoo him. He was pleasant enough in our conversation, and didn’t act angry or shocked at all.

Thank you to those of you who commented and messaged me. It was a great help to me to hear both similar and other viewpoints, and to think about things I hadn’t considered.

Until next time...


I have a weird–what I feel to be moral–dilemma that I need y’all’s thoughts on.

And I’m guessing that by the fact that I am asking this question I probably know what my answer should be.

But, here goes.

I’m certain I’ve had other clients in the past who I didn’t agree with ideologically. But they weren’t wearing their beliefs on their skin. That I saw. Or at least they weren’t displaying them.

A client came in yesterday who wants me to redo and add to his sleeves and chest. So we are talking easily 30 or 40 hours of work.

This client is… different.

He has a large red swastika on his chest, and several other white supremacist tattoos in various places on his arms that I recognize. Very visible, as he came in wearing a white tank top.

He hasn’t said anything about covering up those tattoos with new tattoos, so I’m assuming he’s an “active” racist. Which is where my dilemma is: Have I judged him based on those? And tell him I can’t tattoo him because of those and my beliefs? Or do I ask him if those still mean something to him, and if so I can’t tattoo him, and tell him why?

Until next time...

Married, in Arkansas.

I should probably write about the events of today, since it’s my journal and all.

The Husbear woke me up about 9:30 this morning and said he decided we should go get married. He said he couldn’t focus all morning and decided we needed to go take part in this historic event before we couldn’t. We had actually planned on not getting married until we could in our home county of Benton, but the Benton County Clerk has refused to do any marriages.

So we quickly got ready, knowing the possibility of a stay coming down could happen. And then we headed east to Eureka Springs in Carroll County. Eureka had issued a few licenses on Saturday, so we were hoping we’d be able to get ours there. We arrived at the courthouse only to be turned away. Apparently an attorney in the county filed a lawsuit to stop the licenses from being issued there.

We were a little heartbroken, but we had a backup plan.

We jumped back in the car and drove the fastest 55 minutes ever south to Fayetteville in Washington County. We arrived at the courthouse, and headed up to the third floor. We were promptly rushed in to the County Clerk’s office where we filled out and signed some paperwork, paid $60, had a very speedy officiation, and then *bam*: we’re married.

Legally married.

In Arkansas!

The Husbear sort of broke down (a little) at that point. And I might have gotten a little misty-eyed as well. It’s weird to think that we’ve been together for 17 years, but now it’s “official”.

There were other couples there getting married as well, and pictures were being taken by people and news crews. Someone offered to take our pictures for us since we were a little busy.

Happy happy happy.
Happy happy happy.

The state Supreme Court has said they will have a stay response by noon tomorrow (Tuesday). Hopefully they stay isn’t issued, but as we saw in Carroll County, a lot of other counties are just flat refusing to offer the licenses.

This is an intresting time to say the least.

And I’m sure there’s more to come…

UPDATE: The Husbear and I ended up on Joe.My.God today. Thank you Homer, and thank you Joe!

Until next time...