I’ve been inked!
I figure that you are all getting annoyed with hearing about my new system, but let me just say- STILL GOING STRONG! Even after a weekend filled with both overnight shifts, and Memorial Day/Birthday celebrations, I am still ticking. The great thing is that because I couldn’t tear off that first sheet until absolutely everything on it was crossed off, I finally tackled the very undesirable item, and was rewarded by getting to tear off two sheets! Oh ecstacy, I am getting stuff done….
Have you ever gotten a tattoo? I have- in fact I have four. Three on my lower back and one on my wrist. And a few more in my head that haven’t materialized in the flesh yet. They say once you get a tattoo, you start down a vicious path of
wanting more and more lyrical, colorful, perhaps questionable symbols decorating a variety of body parts- and I would have to say that so far it seems true in my life. My recent addition is a tribute to my husband. I had him take a sharpie marker and scrawl “code 34″ on a piece of paper (which is by the way, a symbolic phrase for us). The tattoo artist then made a sort-of decal of that scribble, applied it to my wrist, and proceeded to permanently etch this into my flesh. A tad painful spot, in case you’re wondering.
Why do I do this? Well, if you don’t have a tattoo, you can’t help but wonder. But for me, it’s as artistic as a painting. I just feel the urge to express myself in a way that’s very ME. I know I am completely unique in this world, but for some reason, I feel compelled to kick it up a notch. Question the status quo a bit. I mean most 31 year-old moms of six year-olds aren’t bringing their children into tattoo parlors to get inked. But I am not your typical 31 year-old mom. I like to be a bit over-the-edge. It’s exhilarating!
And my loving, steadfast, traditional computer programmer husband who has never had a tattoo in his life decided to go along, and get crazy, and get a tattoo with me. He returned the gesture with a “code 48″ on his wrist, in my handwriting. It may be a little abnormal, but who defines normal anyways? It’s definately not corporate, and I’m ok with that.
June 1st, 2007 at 2:03 pm
I HAVE WANTED A TATOO FOR YEARS! Long before it became mainstream. I have not been able to come up with a design that I think I’d be comfortable with for the rest of my days. (Though, at 60 yrs., I suppose I wouldn’t have to look at it for too long!) My loving, steadfast, retired cop husband, is not at all keen on it, which is another reason I hesitate. Though he wouldn’t stop me, he doesn’t think it’s a good idea.
Darlene