Wednesdays are the new Mondays... didn't you get the memo?

It has been an interesting roller coaster ride of a day to say the least. After my very eventfully amusing meeting this morning back to work it was. Though it was a very normal work day, the moment I left work my day just went up and down. I spoke my mind and let someone know my feelings…. I think I made him a lot upset but he hasn’t worried about my feelings so I needed to worry about my feelings.... I did what I had to do and said what I needed to say…. Now that, that is done, I feel much better and am almost over it! I think that was pretty much all I needed to do was say what I needed to say! Now…. Proven tonight after a couple of drinks…. I am back on the market and the sign in the door says AVAILABLE again! Now you can’t stop caring about someone but you can stop wanting them and that’s what I did! Immaturity is not really what I am looking for. I am back to the search for an emotionally available, mature, caring, manly man…. So anyways I headed off for dinner and drinks with my mom which proved to be a little frustrating after she shared her disqust about my decision to get another tattoo! Well…. Hate it for her… she just has to except that I am the girl who will get all dressed up in her glitz and glam, business suit or have a closet of pretty much all J. Crew but I will have a few tattoos hidden under there. It’s me. It’s who I am and they are a part of who I am. I don’t have some trashy butterfly on my ankle or some tramp stamp that means nothing to me. All of my tattoo have deep meaning to me and represent who I am and where I came from to be who I am now. Do I think tattoos are classy? No. I am a hypocrite. Seeing tattoos on people I automatically judge, however, mine are never EVER seen unless I show them. Bathing suits won’t even show my tattoos! They are personal to me. Her concern is what if I find a great guy that won’t be able to get over my tattoos….. Well we all know me… I feel strongly about something and you don’t like it…. There is the door! I have too many men chasing me to settle for one that doesn’t accept me. Accepting my tattoos is accepting me. They are special to me and no I will not regret them when I am 90! I have had tattoos for several years now and not once have I ever thought why did I do that? I cherish what they stand for everyday! Ok, so then in the middle of this heated argument, I get the text! Jackie is in labor and they are breaking her water! YAY! No more hoarding children in her belly! So as I waited patiently at the bar with Laura, John finally text me to let me know that Montana Matthew Thomas was born 9lbs 3oz 21in at 8:47pm! YAY! So yes, my God son is finally here! Now that I have all that sorted out… I want to get on this whole finding a good guy wagon and tattoo situation!