Happy Birthday Mom
Posted by Gypsy on Dec 26, 2006
For years I’ve been telling my mom I’m going to get her a tattoo. She’s always wanted one, even though she’d never admit it, but could never justify the expense. Who would pay someone to inject ink under you skin? The last few times I’ve told her I’m going to get her one, she’s countered by telling me that I always say that but never come through. So today, mom, me and my sister Samantha went to Extreme Graphix out in Geneva and my mom and I got ourselves tattooed (Samantha is too young). We both got symbols for Capricorn, which is our sign, though my mom went a little flashier than I.
The first stroke:
Outline:
Coloring it in:
More of the color:
And fin:
And of course here is mine:
Shopping blind
Posted by Gypsy on Dec 24, 2006
There’s a tradition my family takes part in every year that is always the highlight of my Christmas season. On Christmas Eve, my immediate family gets together to celebrate my mom’s birthday, which is Christmas day. But that’s not what I’m talking about. On Christmas Eve, my family opens up the gifts sent to us from my mom’s father and step-mother, aka Granddaddy and that woman he’s married to.
No one really likes that woman. They’ve been married a bunch of years now, but she’s never bothered to take the time to get to know any of us. This woman is notorious for giving the worst Christmas gifts ever. One year, she gave us all sweatshirts with doilies on them. Even worse, under where the doilies are, she had cut out the backing, making it so there were a bunch of tiny holes on the front of the shirt. Other times she just got the sizing off or completely forgot just how old any of us were. I’d be more specific, but after taking a poll of everyone, I’ve discovered we’ve all blocked out all those memories.
This year didn’t disappoint, as my mom got the scariest holiday sweater ever. Being the type of people who make the best of everything, we had a little fun:
First off, my mom, the birthday girl, in the best birthday present ever:
My sister-in-law, Chryssie, loves the balls:
My sister, the model:
The back just increased the amazingness of it:
Even my dad got in on the fun:
And so they don’t get mad I embarrassed them all on the Internet and left myself out, here’s me:
Out of control
Posted by Gypsy on Dec 23, 2006
I tend to travel a lot. When I do, I have a few things I’m very specific about. The first is that the airport must have wireless Internet. The second, that it must have a smoking lounge. I don’t think that’s too much to ask of somewhere I’m going to spend hours waiting at.
I also have a routine when I travel. It tends to work like this: Drop off car in economy parking, shuttle to ticketing, check in, go through security, go to the bathroom, find smoking lounge, sit and smoke while surfing the Internet.
Yes, I realize I’m OCD.
Well today, Las Vegas ruined all that for me. I went through my routine as normal, flew through security (thank God I’m flying business class), hit up the ladies’ room and high tailed it to the smoking lounge. As I’m approaching it, I notice it’s EMPTY. That never happens here. Then I notice the lack of chairs and ashtrays. Then I see this:
It seems there is now a ban on smoking in public places here in Vegas. First, I’m shocked I didn’t know this and, second, I’m frustrated because I really want a cigarette. Five and a half more hours and I’ll be in Atlanta and if there is a smoking ban there, too, I’m probably going to kill somebody.
Best boyfriend ever
Posted by Gypsy on Dec 21, 2006
Andy is in Minnesota on leave for Christmas. He left 5 days before me and I come home form New York 5 days after him, which means 2 full weeks apart. So to cheer me up because I miss him so much, he sent me flowers. My favorite kind, even. He’s so wonderful and sweet. I love that guy. (For those of you who don’t know, his real name is Craig, hence why the card says Craig.)
