Saturday, August 13, 2005

Why? Oh Why?

Most Tattooed Woman Isobel Varley

Why? Oh Why, do young girls want to destroy their bodies with tattoos? In a restaurant today there was a Mother (forty-ish) and a daughter (maybe 20)and the new grand-baby (newborn) in the booth in front of me. Both ladies had on very skimpy outfits. Cropped Tank tops, short shorts hanging low on hips and thongs. Both had every inch of skin covered in tattoos. Not petite girlie butterflies and flowers but, a skull and cross bones, snakes and demons and large ugly monsters in a variety of red, green and blue. They would have both been very attractive and made a lovely family picture if not for the tattoos. I had to wonder how long before they find a way to cover that adorable baby with all that horrible artwork.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

My first blog entry

Next birthday I will be 60 years old and I was widowed in December of 2003. I have come to realize that this is the first time in my entire life that I have not had to consider someone else's welfare in my every thought and action. I have also discovered that I have no identity of my own. I am no longer introduced as someone's daughter, wife, mother or grandmother. So who am I. Well I guess this is my way at trying to find out who this person is.

I worked for many years in the cash office of a large retail store and started to refer to myself as the "cashjocky" because I spent my days moving money from one location to another around the store. Others picked up the title and it sort of stuck as a permanent nickname. So if you are reading this keep coming back to see if the cashjocky ever finds the real identity that suits with the name on her birth certificate.