Stop with the Drama please!

I deactivated my Facebook account just barely. If you are interested at all why, here goes..

1.  I am trying to burn through my online training to get my RBT and keep checking my FB everytime I see there is a new notification. DISTRACTING from my goals!

2.    Drama. Holy cow, a lot of people are so full of it. I am as guilty as the next guy for wanting to get some attention, but all the belly aching, and whining and refusal to accept responsibility is getting to be too much. 

3.    I like my job. I don't want anything to interfere with my career. Yes, I said career. You know that thing that helps me me feed my kids, clothe my kids and just living. My job has a lot of ethical demands. Some people don't seem to want to respect the boundaries and then question my friendship when I set clear boundaries.

4.    Like the rest of the world, I have become addicted to social media. I over share, like everyone else. I enjoy catching up on my friends and family. I love bantering back and forth about my Broncos. Time to detox!

5.    Text is the easiest way to misunderstand people and ruin friendships. I feel judged, belittled and like people are condescending towards me. I know it is in my head, but it sucks to feel that way.

There it is. You know why. I will go back as soon as I am done with all my modules for the training, and feel comfortable enough to believe that it will be fun. It's time to live life again. What did we do before the internet came into our lives? 

TATTOOED!!! Finally.

Well, I finally did it. I got my first tattoo. I have always wanted one, since I was a teen, but you see, I have this weird fear of needles. Not an "oh I dislike them cause they are inconvenient." But an, "OMG, that thing is going to kill me! Someone shoot me now!" absolute fear. I know it is irrational, but even a flu shot requires a dose of Xanax.  But that didn't deter from the longing and admiration for the artwork created. I have had this particular one picked out for years. As in, shortly after my now 7 year old was born. Actually before then. I just added his name to it. I am not into the funny, or comical ones. I wanted one with meaning. And this one sums it up. I have my kids names wrapped in a ribbon around a heart and a cross. Because my kids and my faith are what is closest to my heart. Cheesy I know, but hey, it works for me and I am loving it. 

I was expecting this horribly painful experience, which would require a 911 call because I fainted and hit my head. But the hardest part was sitting down. The wait, the anticipation, the agony! I knew I had to just do it. It did require my Daddy driving me there. How cool is that, Dad and I getting tattooed. Now that is bonding! I was shocked at how non-painful it was. It didn't feel great, but far from the excruciating pain I was expecting. I think my Dad might have been disappointed that I didn't have a crazy meltdown. After all, he was the one I locked out of HIS truck because I was freaking out over a shot when I was 19. But, it wasn't bad. I can't believe I hadn't done it before. 

So here it is... my gorgeous...to me anyway... tattoo. Exactly what I wanted. Simple yet meaningful. What do you think?