Thinking Like A Goddess
About ten years ago, I went through a bit of a pre-mid-life crisis. Well, that’s when it started. I think I’m still going through it. That’s what this blog is mainly about LOL.
Anyway, ten years ago, I decided it was time to get my name back. I’d changed it when I got married because that’s just what you did, according to my grandmother. Unfortunately, I never really felt like that person. I was born Amanda Fox, and I will always BE Amanda Fox – Mandy to my friends.
Problem is, it’s not so easy to change a person’s name. It involves lots of paperwork for every bank, Visa, library and super-saver pet food card, passport, driver’s license, etc. etc. It was too much work. Instead, I decided to get my name tattooed on my body – all the other soon-to-be middle-aged dames were doing it.
Over the years, the tattoo has grown to include other things – namely the Vodou (Voodoo) symbol for love. If you didn’t know, I’m into that kind of stuff.
Facts you may be interested in:
In Vodou, Erzulie Freda is considered to be the spirit of love, beauty, jewelry, dancing, luxury, and flowers. She has three husbands. Her symbol is a heart. Her colours are pink, blue, white and gold. She likes perfume, cake, and white wine. She is the embodiment of femininity and compassion. Sometimes however, she can be jealous. Some say she is lazy. She likes to flirt with men.
Erzulie Freda and I are very similar (hence the reason for the tattoo)…
I love love, like who doesn’t?
I do wear some jewelry. Not a lot though, because I tend to be a bit of a spaz, and things get easily caught or wrapped around my neck and other body parts.
I love to dance. There’s no question about that one.
Luxury – well, who wouldn’t want to drive a car with power windows?
My favourite flowers are yellow freesia, purple irises, baby’s breath and lilacs. Put them together, and the smell is heavenly.
I think I could handle having three husbands, but no more. Too much football, and too many trips to Princess Auto – walking like drones up and down every single G.D. aisle – can turn a girl’s brain to mush.
I love ice cream and cake and rice pudding and brownies and trifle and pie and really good banana bread.
I like white wine, not red because it stains your teeth.
And I don’t get jealous too often, though sometimes I do, like if my husband does a double-take on a girl with big bazoombas when we are walking through the parking lot at the University Of Western Ontario’s football stadium. (I think it was our second or third year together when he did that.) Then the cat claws might come out. And he won’t be getting any sex for at least two weeks.
As for being lazy, I hardly think so. My husband does say that I live a life of luxury though. As if. He should trade places with me for one day. Come to think of it, that could be the topic of another blog post.
Bottom line: Erzulie Freda does whatever the hell she wants (within reason and as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else), and so do I.





Love, love, love this! The story and the tattoo. I’ve wanted a tattoo for years, but haven’t gotten one. Namely because my husband would throw a hissy fit because of the way he was raised. Now, I’m glad I didn’t get the ones I thought I wanted when I was younger. They wouldn’t mean all that much to me now. But what I want to get now would mean the world.
Now you have me wondering what it would be. If you do it, you MUST take a pic and show me.
It will be a labyrinth, not to be confused with a maze. The labyrinth represents wholeness in relation to our spiritual journey of self. The circuitous path on our way to discovery, and the way back out into the world.
OMG you ARE my soul sister. Love that!
You are a goddess. I wish I had a bouquet of all those flowers. I love freesia! I planted bulbs in my garden ‘cos I love the fragrance SOOO much. And baby’s breath! And lilacs, I miss them so much–they don’t do well in SoCal but when they’re at the florist I always buy a bunch and bury my head in them to sniff out all the lovely perfume. I’m a May baby and they are my FAVES along with lily of the valley. I love learning more about you, a tat, OMG!
And it is not small. When I had it done to completion, it took me about a week to get used to the fact that it was ON me. I still look twice in the mirror sometimes.
LOL.
I laughed at the fact that you still remember your husband checking someone out YEARS AGO! You and my wife would get along…
We were talking about that incident with friends just recently. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was so pissed. I think a lot of us women have stories like that LOL.
Like your ink. I turn forty-cough in a little more than a month and am thinking of treating myself to a new tattoo. A big ol’ koi because I’m a Pisces. It’ll be the first tattoo that will be readily visible when I wear a T-shirt, so I really have to think it out. I have other tattoos on the inside of my arms below the elbows but they tend not to show so much.
Love the tattoo. Wonderful coloring!
I’m going through a bit of a crisis right now, and I can understand how having a different name would contribute to that. I still have my birth name, but I think it might impact me the way it did you if I had taken someone else’s name by now.
Coming from a spaz, love that you are a spaz.
Cool! Did I miss reading the location of this awesome tattoo?
I don’t want to say it’s on my lower back, but it is LOL. It does sort of wrap around my waist and the plan is to extend it there more. I don’t want it to completely meet at the front, and I want it to be asymmetrical, but that is for the future to do. I’ve had enough pain for now.
I got married in October and still haven’t changed my name on the mammoth list of people that need notifying to the point where one company sent me a letter as they noticed my name change on their direct debit receipts – oops.
I have a tattoo on my back of my daughters name. I got the one on my arm just after I filed for divorce from my first husband – having ‘obeyed’ everyone else all my life I decided to defy everyone. Took me 7 months to tell my mum though and that was only because (for a change) the sun was shining and red hot in England and I couldn’t cope one more minute with a short sleeved T-shirt on.
Mine are not as awesome as yours though (well, except for Beautiful B’s of course)
I can just picture it – “Hey mom, I got this tattoo…7 months ago. Wanna see it?” LOL
Sometimes you tell stuff only because you have to.
Good for you for doing what you want.