To tattoo or not to tattoo ……

To tattoo or not to tattoo ……

For as far back as I can remember, my Mom has always said that tattoos are trashy. People with tattoos cant get real jobs and if I ever thought about getting one she would disown me. She wasnt being serious about disowning me, after everything I put my parents through, tattoos ended up being the least of their concern. Just to spite my Mother, on my 18th birthday, I went down to Randy Adams Tattoo Studio in Fort Worth, picked something off the wall and about an hour and $200 later I had a tribal cross tramp stamp. I have gotten several more tattoos as the years have passed. Each one has a story, a meaning, a significance to me.  I often forget about the terrible tattoo on my lower back but the story is one that sums up my attitude – tell me I cant do something and I will. But this post is not about my hard headedness. When we first starting potty training Maxwell we used a reward system. He went potty he got a prize. The prize was a temporary tattoo. After the first few weeks Max looked like Billy Badass, he had tattoos covering his arms and his chest. We would also let Jack ordain his body but his school does not allow tattoos or body jewelry so he couldnt be as expressive as Max. Over the months we have slowed down the rewards. He is totally potty trained and we dot need to incentivize him any longer. He asks for a new tattoo every so often and I oblige. Last week he got...
Learn to live with a broken heart

Learn to live with a broken heart

This weekend, everyone in the DFW area was shocked to learn that long time radio DJ Kidd Kraddick had died suddenly of a brain aneurysm. Whether you enjoyed the show or  not you knew who he was and all about his Kidds Kid charity. There are always so many questions when a seemingly healthy person dies so suddenly. Although the cause of death has been confirmed it doesnt take anyway any of the shock. Listening to his co-workers talk about losing him , on the air this morning, brought me back to unresolved feelings I have from similar situations.  Even at a relatively young age I have lost several people who were very close to me, without warning, without a chance to say goodbye. Death is hard. It brings us face to face with emotions we’d rather not deal with. There is a feeling of helplessness in mourning, when you realize that nothing will take the pain away. Some people find comfort in religion, believing that the deceased is enjoying some sort of eternal paradise. Sometimes people feel relieved that the suffering has ended. But when there is no evidence death will soon be knocking, it makes the emotional hurricane much more intense. About 2 years ago, my family experienced a loss that I wasnt sure how we would ever heal from. Although, time has passed, the hole in our hearts is very much still there and the circumstances still very fresh in our minds. Even when the pain still seems as fresh and new as the day it happened , life has continued. Somehow we have picked up...