Stories Untold

It's no secret around my all in one laser printer hates me. I believe this thing was built by sky net and much like the terminator it's mission is to destroy me. Yes, like a cyberdine systems T 101 and Sarah Connor the aio and I are not simpatico. I know what you are thinking. You are thinking, " Lady...get a newer one and your problems are solved!" I am here to tell you that this is not a bulky, loud easy to spot, machine. One you could easily avoid and hide from upon hearing it clunk around the corner. No, this is a fresh just months off the line model, that is sleek and very well camouflaged. He sits quietly waiting for me to interact...or should I say react to it. ( it's very taunting by the way) My latest battle with this cyborg was over the fact that it insisted I had no black ink left in my cartridge. This could not be further from the truth but said demon is insistent on using my very low colors to print with. Now after many attempts of reinstalling t

   I have long been a fan of tattoos.  I have several and the ink gods willing I WILL  have more.  My tattoo journey is a different one that most.   I entered into my first tattoo collaboration later than most of my friends and from what I have seen most of the ink bearers in the world.  I was well into my adulthood when I first went under the needle.    There were many factors in this. Factor number one Pregnancy. Some of you may know that I do have a lot of children.  I have them in the double digits and am VERY PROUD  to talk about it to whoever will feign an interest in them.  Oh yeah...I'm one of those, but i digress.  It is this multitude of children who kept my ink dreams at bay.   You can't get a tattoo if you are pregnant and or breast feeding.  Trust me I tried. ( I know bad mommy, please no judgies)  I would wander in shops in different parts of the country over the years and gaze at the awesome art in portfolios and on walls thinking if I looked sweet enough