On boxing day Tin Tin came out on the Cinema and I’m DYING to see it. For those who don’t know who Tin Tin is, shame on you! Just kidding, TinTin is based on a graphic novel that was around when I was a kid and most probably before it. He was a mystery solver without being a detective and would find artifacts and solve problems in ways that was exciting for a child. Am I going to see this movie? Hell yes! Am I going to drag my 16yo with me? Hell yes!
Tattoo artist Ryan Fitzgerald from Dayton, OH was hit with a $100,000 lawsuit last week by his ex-girlfriend Rossie Brovent. She claims that her boyfriend was supposed to tattoo a scene from Narnia on her back but instead tattooed an image of a pile of excrement with flies buzzing around it.
Apparently, Ryan found out that Rossie had cheated with a long-time friend of his, but instead of confronting her about it he acted like everything was normal and hatched a plan for revenge. Originally, Rossie tried to have Ryan charged with assault, but the ingenious tattoo artist had covered his bases by plying Rossie with wine and tequila shots and getting her to sign a consent form that stated the design was “at the artist’s discretion.”
No word from Rossie on whether the illicit night of passion with Ryan’s friend was worth it. Moral of the story? Never cheat on a tattoo artist.
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Soo, tomorrow I am doing a Tiger Walk at Aussie Zoo. After signing a disclaimer that absolves Aussie Zoo should I get my ass chewed, I will be walking next to a massive predator. See anything wrong with this picture? But I guess the bonus is, I must wear closed toe shoes. This means I will be wearing sneakers. Out of my way bee-yatches I be running! Yes, all I have to do is run faster than at least one person on the tour.
But… I’m sure it’ll be fine. I hope it had a big meal before we get there and it’s like a big pussy cat. Or this..

Either way. As long as it doesn’t see my lush body and think I gotsa have!
Sooo, you guys might remember the brief craze called wank-*ahem*-Planking. Well, despite injuries and even a death, there is a NEW way to kill yourself and capture it all in a kodak shot. It’s called Owling. Basically, you climb up, perch on something precarious and take the shot. Be immortalized while trying to look like a… well, owl.

Colour me unimpressed. How about this for a change, instead of pretending to be an Owl, how about pretending to have an IQ.
I have come to a point in my life where I am now sick of hearing the world toxic love. Love should never be paired with the word toxic. Love isn’t simply an affection for someone. It has been watered down in the English Dictionary was being simply affection. But affection lacks to capture what LOVE truly is. Love isn’t mere affection.
THIS is the definition of love:
Love is kind and patient, never jealous, boastful, proud, or rude. Love isn’t selfish or quick tempered. It doesn’t keep a record of wrongs that others do. Love rejoices in the truth, but not in evil. Love is always supportive, loyal, hopeful, and trusting. Love never fails!
It is simply stated and in its pure form, it’s easy to see. Love doesn’t tear you down. Love doesn’t instill fear. Love doesn’t cause you pain. So to think, that people want to put love next to the word ‘toxic’, when love never poisons another. It’s an impossibility.
Sadly, the English Dictionary fails to address what love really is, and instead leaves it ambiguous. When a person is abusing you and yet later tells you s/he loves you, have a look at the above paragraph and think. Love is the purest form of emotion and never mistake it with obsession.
I love with a passion and its important to me to see those who hibernate with me flourish and be happy. I will protect them from danger using any form necessary. Today one of my lil’ bears had a rough day and I just want to solve it all for her. I know, she can handle it, even though it’s tough. She is smart and has an amazing amount of inner strength. It’s hard enough being a teen, but to have the other things… well, I will make sure the times of sadness will be outshone by happiness and her tears will turn to joy and life from this point out, for her, it will be my mission to make sure she knows, everyday that she I LOVED and she did good.
I love you baby bear.
Whodda thunk it. Today I had a pedi. A much needed one. I haven’t had them in years and my feet and nails are just… well yeah. Lets just leave it there. Anyway, the beautician doing my feet said ‘You have really beautiful feet.’
Uh, thanks? I guess my monkey toes ARE sexy.