Taking time...

Last Friday was my 5 year anniversary with Husband.

We took a weekend trip up to St. Louis. 6 hours, many pee breaks, and lots of car dancing later we arrived...


You know you aren't in Oklahoma anymore when you see this...


Day 1 (Friday) we hit the zoo. I *heart* the St. Louis zoo so much... besides you can't argue with free.


We paid $3 and got to pet some sting rays. It was awesome, yet creepy. I got soaked after a ray got "spooked" and slapped a wave of water at me... I smelled like fish the rest of the day... After 5+ hours we called it quits.


The device that shall enable us to stay married for another 5 years... Our hotel didn't offer free wi-fi and we got fed up trying to find Panera Bread everytime we wanted to go somewhere... Therefore a trip to Best Buy was necessary to ensure we didn't strangle each other during our "nice, romantic getaway".

Day 2 (Saturday) we visited the science museum (which was also free, are you noticing a theme yet?).


I am the biggest nerd, ever.


T-Rex wants your soul...

Overall, we had a great time. We dined at Hard Rock Cafe for our anniversary, because really would you expect less of us? It was an exhausting trip but severly overdue... It's nice to get away with your best friend every once in a while.

**A small apology**

-I'm trying really, really hard to keep up with your blogs. I swear. I know I don't comment but that's because I'm lazy, you knew this so don't act indignant or surprised. I also haven't felt funny or insightful lately. Sorry. Hopefully my brain will begin to function again soon. Until then know that I'm faithfully stalking you. lol

No more teasing...

Because I know you're all dying to know...
March 2nd 2009, Lucky Star Tattoo, San Jose
Karen goes for #2

Not the most comfortable position ever.
My hands kept falling asleep.


My freckly back with the tattoo outline.


The first section being done.


A little farther into it...


God my skin looks so red and irritated...


Me checking out the tattoo in the mirror.


Up close and personal...

The guy was a total jerk but the generally accepted theory is that the more of a jerk/bitch the tattoo artist is... the better. Mostly because it means they are good. This guy was no exception. I think the tattoo turned out better then I could have ever imagined.

No it didn't hurt. It was a little uncomfortable at times but less painful then a routine dental cleaning in my honest opinion. Completely different then the experience with my ankle which made me nearly hurl.

I dig it. Husband digs it (as much as an anti-tattoo man can dig a tattoo I suppose). That's really all that means.

Thanks to my photographer Michelle for documenting the experience.

Counting it down..

West-Coast trip top 10
(This will be a 2 parter folks, sorry)

Top 5 things I'm afraid of:

1. That my hair will look greasy and nasty by the time I land in San Jose because I won't be able to shower that morning.

2. That I won't know what is/isn't ok to pack in my carry on, be deemed a terrorist and forced to a strip search by a burly security guard named Wanda.

3. That I'll have a window seat, become horribly claustrophobic, freak out, be deemed a terrorist
and stun-gunned in the aisle.

4. That I'll forget to pack something important, like underwear.

5. That Husband will watch our favorite shows while I'm gone and "accidentally" erase them.