34th Post

Oh the epiphany...No cacophony...No epiphany. 34th post/34th year. I know its a stretch, but I look for the correlation in things. Just suppose, juxtapose! A couple of things...

I have this acquaintance called Stevie Joe. He was going sometime this week to get a tattoo of a banjo on his knee. I think this is excellent! He'll get to tell everyone that he came from Alabama with...Well y'all know the rest. Speaking of tattoos, I love fruit roll ups. If you want some normal flavored fruit roll ups, you have to get some unusual things. For instance, once they peeled off like a maze in itsy bitsy pieces. This time they had Scooby Doo pictures and sayings printed on them, so you can tattoo your tongue. Itsy bitsy maze pieces, not fun. Tongue Tatts? Boatloads of fun! I don't have a tattoo. (nothing wrong with them, just don't have one) They looked so real and sooo cool. If I was gonna get one, it would definitely be on my tongue. Not sure what it would depict, perhaps just an "S". Yeah, like a monogram on my tongue! Perhaps this is worth further consideration. After all, the hubby and the mom hate the idea of my getting my nose pierced. They felt the same way though about the bellybutton, and y'all know that story.

I haven't blogged daily this week for I have been busy with the "Acrodemics." That's a new word I have invented to describe an academic feat of preposterous proportions; my taking on five classes this semester.