# 898 Tattoos (Contributed by Wendy)

Contributed by Wendy
A Tattoo Muse STar

 I understand they’re not for everyone but I do have respect for those who choose to adorn themselves with colourful things such as flowers03Dand family trees, wild-life, badges of honour, their baby-child’s foot prints and other beautiful displays of love and affection.Heart 
Something I wasn’t sure I’d personally ever do all started with a birthday gift certificate. After, the artist started he said, “You’ve chosen a most sensitive sight!” 
“NOW you tell me”, I said and contemplated leaving as Phoebe had done on Friends,       with one dot she claimed was Earth from outer space! But I’d survived worse so persevered for one tasteful tattoo… a wild, delicate flower which has the ability to grow everywhere~ a Daisy. Carefully placed on the “inside” of the ankle, in the event obscurity was required.

A few years later, I experienced many losses in a short period of time. Dragonflies were everywhere! I’d learn they are messengers from the other side; their ever-present smiles, gentle presence and iridescent colour of faith representing the circle of life and faith in the after-life… I clung to their meaning with hope.
My first grand-baby-girl-child was born, and as I witnessed a friend give my grand-daughter her breath of life, no words could describe the experience.

I received another gift certificate for a new tattoo. I brought the artist a native depiction of Dragonfly, being part of our culture, I had to have. Although she was unsure of her own ability, I pleadingly convinced her she could do it. There was no time to waste, I had to have it NOW!
Centre stage, beneath my belly button…the life line. A blend of mixed blessing’s, this tattoo had been emotionally pain-full but with very little physical pain in application. Could’ve been I was numb, may just be the fact that the stomach has many layers of skin. A great personal site!

Then I thought, three’s a nice number and started to imagine the tattoo I’d have to get next~ Angels, Saints, Wild-Life, Flora and Fauna blessing’s from Mother Nature; family, friends and Bruce Springsteen, all crossed my mind. I wanted to honour all who have helped me with effervescence of life, naturally!

Came the time for me to embark on a journey with Jesus, and quest for essence, on my own. With loved ones and ancestors in spirit; parents, mentors and protectors. With guiding lights of life force, my children, my grand-babies and generations to come in mind and heart. I walked with deer, eagle, jays, raven, crow, horses, owl, fox, bear and many other creatures great and small. I slowed down to the rhythm of my own heart. It was truly amazing!

Upon return I had to find the chosen one who could help me symbolize this divine right of passage… accordingly and spiritually, through the art of tattooing… naturally, the time was now~ it had To-Be! I prayed intently and we were aligned.B60

No doubt he’s deserving of the awards he has received. With a whole lot of patience, empathy and understanding, Dion helped me select highlights to honour the value of my journey and their placement. Over a number of sessions, story came to life in fine art. There was very little pain because Dion truly knows the true art of tattooing. 

As spring and summer approached, blistering hot days requiring scant attire now had people questioning and some even ridiculed with shameful remarks. A few times I wondered, then I met a young lady who helped me embrace through a movement called, “To Write Love On Her Arms.” (http://twloha.com/)

Recently, my dad heard about the changes I’d made in my life and decided to pay me a visit. Although I’m a grown up and it really shouldn’t matter, I didn’t want to hear condescending laughter or any negative remarks about something so awesome. When he asked, “And what are all these?” There was no under-tone, no chuckle. And with humble pride, I shared briefly all they meant to me. Much to my surprise he said, “Good for you!” and many other endearing things, then hugged me like never before!

While I placed one no-where near where I’d wanted it, but in the midst of displacement had forgotten, it’s become a reminder of the direct effect my actions and words can have on me; those nearest and dearest to me as well as the ripple effect far and wide, for generations. To be more gentle with myself and with others. This tattoo also reminds me of courage, fortitude and a strong spirit, which is a really big deal to display in living colour. 517

It took the fittest of survival, a journey of miles, some Holly Holy times to feel more alive… to see the road I was on in the distance behind and the one ahead, I choose to thrive on.

Today I wear my tattoos proudly, on feet, belly, arm and shoulder. And on the horizon I see big beautiful iridescent Butterfly Wings in flight with the script~ Valiant Grace… my next tattoo muse, to-be totally Awesome!

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Wendy Shellard-Benna 

#899 Playing Hooky (Contributed by Bekah)

Contributed by Bekah

I don’t know if that’s what it’s called everywhere, but around here it’s when you call off work or don’t go to school just because you want to. You’re not sick. You don’t really have anything you have to do. You just stay home.

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Everyone needs a break every once in a while. Just enjoy a day to yourself, watch old re-runs on the TV, eat a bag of chips in bed and don’t change out of your pyjamas. I haven’t done this in a while, so I’m due for one. I’ll get up, take the kids to day care and come back home. I might slip back into my pyjamas and make a cup of coffee…

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… Or I might just go back to bed for a few hours. And then I get to watch TV. Not just that, but I get to watch whatever I want on TV!

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(Source: Valentine-FOV-Stock on deviantart.com) THE TV IS ALL MINE! MUAHAHA!

I have the remote and no interruptions.

After some TV, I might take another nap… who knows.

Oh, and I can read for as long as I want without having to stop to break up fights or cook some food. Although, now that we have a dog, I’d have to go feed him and let him loose to run around for a bit, but then I could just sit on the porch swing and watch the clouds roll by.

This mom is due for a good day off. No work. No kids. No hubby. No cleaning. No cooking. Just relaxing and catching up on sleep for a day. Doesn’t that just sound so AWESOME!

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 ~Contributed by Bekah

Comment below and tell us your favourite thing to do when you play hooky! Or as the Aussies say: “chuck a sickie”. Don’t worry, we won’t tell the boss! 😉

#900 Despicable words (Contributed by Wendy)

Contributed by Wendy

Pus, snot, puke…

Aaah it's the snot monster!

Aaah it’s the snot monster!

Diarrhoea, phlegm, mucous…


Sputum, fungus, mold…


Bacteria, mildew, infection…


and cystic zit!

Some of the many words that are so despicable you can’t help but find them categorically… Awesome!

Let’s hear some of your despicable words!

~Contributed by Wendy

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#901 News that makes you feel good!

I’ve heard a lot of bad news this year… It’s just one of those years, you know?

“The doctor’s are pretty sure I have fibromyalgia…”

“Granny’s not doing very well, she called me and told me she spoke to God and that He said she will be with Him soon… She says she wish she could have met you.”

“She’s in hospital. She’s okay, but her apartment caught on fire, she’s lost everything…”

“She’s had a stroke… they found her unconscious and she wasn’t breathing… Her speech is slurred, don’t know the extent of it yet.”

“Two of my high school friends have died in a car crash…”

“He has cancer, it’s  everywhere in his body”

“Uncle passed away today…”

“My  mum’s had a cerebral  haemorrhage”

“I have a degree and no income. No one’s hiring me, I’m so depressed…”

That’s not even the end of it.
But, no matter what news we get, it’s important to remember the good things going on in our lives. We do have to keep on keepin’ on, because life stops for no being of any kind.

So when we get good news, it’s like fuel. It helps us to press on that little bit more, it makes you feel good! The good news you come across, I find, also helps you come back to the comforting realisation that, although bad things occurred or are happening, good things are happening and have happened too.

Recently, I’ve found out an old friend of mine is engaged! Another is pregnant and another’s chronic health condition has improved! This good news has made me so happy and, dare I say, has begun to make my year!

I’m looking forward to finding out more awesome news :D.

So what’s your good news??? Tell me in the comments section!

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Source: freedigitalphotos.net

#902 Happiness: being happy (contributed by Bekah)

… I thought I knew what happiness was…

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The best days of my life were when I had my kids, but looking back now, I could have been happier.

I’ve battled with depression for most of my life. I’ve always had this weight inside of me bringing me down, making me not want to do anything but lie down and cry and put myself in a dark place. It was becoming difficult to keep a smile on my face and to even be happy about anything.

In high school, I had thought about suicide several times, but never attempted. I even used to carve in my hand with a needle.
As an adult, I’d have these thoughts while I was driving about crashing my car. I’d even contemplated leaving my husband. Everything always seemed worse than they really were and I felt out of control of my own emotions.

A couple weeks ago, I finally got tired of trying to deal with it myself and went to see a doctor. He put me on medication for major depression. Let me tell you, I am a whole new person. I am seeing everything in a different light with new eyes and a lighter heart.

I no longer feel that weight. I am happy, I am joyous, I am smiling!!!
Not having that darkness inside of me is weird. It’s been a part of me for so long, but I’m enjoying not having it and I’m enjoying this new me.
My stress level is down.
My anger is down.
My sadness is almost non-existent.
I haven’t even cried one time since I began.

Yes, I’ve been happy before, but it never really lasted long. I seemed to always find something wrong with the situation and it would bring me down. I don’t do that anymore.

Being happy, without paranoia, without little thoughts of sadness, without memories sneaking up making a good time turn bad, without the darkness… just pure happiness that keeps a smile on your face is nothing short of AWESOME!!!

~ Contributed by Bekah

#903 Secret Recipes (contributed by Wendy)

Title: Secret Recipes (post contributed by Wendy)

When you try something you really like at a restaurant your buds surface, band together and brainstorms brew, collaborating the secret ingredients so you can master the taste from your own home kitchen!


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The perfect blend of tangy-sweet coleslaw dressing and home-made tartar sauce at the best “Fish n’ Chip” joint in town!

Angel rice noodles smothered in scrumptious Thai curry prawns, with equal amounts of red bell and red hot chili peppers, sweet shallot onions, a whole lot of garlic, and coconut…

“And oh, but excuse me, can you please give me the *hint-hint* in the sauce…?” 

“Sorry to trouble you but I have several food allergies” 

Put a little love in your heart…

“My, my! Compliments to the chef! I have a big dinner party coming up and I’d sure love to impress my guests with the recipe!”

   I try them all.  Sometimes a smile, (*add sprinkle of twinkle, twinkle little stars in the eyes*) will bedazzle… 

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And voila, you’ve waved the magic wand to enter the world under chef’s big hat, where tall orders are filled and some of the world’s best secrets are kept!

Then there are those times you discover a leader of the pack, a member of a clan whose centuries-old family recipe will be buried with them. And as they come storming out of the kitchen, you get a sneak peek at several full scrolls of fly strip stickies. The owner and head cook with no hair net, no hat, shoulder length unkempt and greasy hair, dirt and grime filled 3″ long finger nails, wearing an apron covered in years of kitchen spills and sludge, waving a salmonella-covered wooden spoon, shouting and spitting shameful shame of all shames at you for dare asking!


And although the food had been superb, you’ve no longer a desire for that recipe, you have to wonder where all the health inspectors have gone, and you leave the shame where it belongs.

There are also employees who’ve clearly taken an oath and with an exacting code of ethics, stand as secret recipe agent guards and nothing, I tell you, nothing will break them! Not even an authentic 2 dollar bill!

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Source: eventertainment.com.au/tallstars.htm

These are the days we must unite with our little taste-buddies and experiment, re-master, re-create and re-design our very own excelsis day-oh…

* B.C.’s White Spot very own Legendary Triple O sauce- almost heaven.

*Donair, Spicy fries and savoury sweet dipping sauce- nearly gotcha’ going!

*Colonel Sander’s, aka, KFC’s secret blend of herbs and spices, unless you’re clairvoyant, I doubt you’ll ever pull that one out of the big old chef’s hat!


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Whether we come close, bedazzle the master chef’s secrets, or escape a brush with death, these are the days we will mount up with wings as eagles, and in exaltation sing praises for the secret as we dine. These are the days, by the sparkling river, we turn the water into wine. And these are the days we know as truly fine… Awesome!

~Post contributed by Wendy