Oh and one more thing

I forgot to mention this too, haha, that I got this when my sister was visiting this summer. We like to do things together for our birthdays instead of buying gifts, since our birthdays are close together. So this year we decided to both go get our third tattoos. It's the Man's initials on my right shoulder. Next Up: Full sleeves, ahahaha! I kid I kid, but if I had the money, and didn't get super queasy during tattooing, I would totally have a big arm piece. In the meantime, I'm trying to talk the Man into getting some ink for Christmas...

New Ink

I've had my eye on a new tattoo design for a while, thinking about how I want to tweak it to make it more me. I've also been hoping to talk the hubs into getting the same design, so we can match. We be cheeseballs like that!

I found this design a while ago that I like, I love the layered look with the blue. I'd like to add the Man's name to it, and I'd like to somehow honor my children who are with the Lord too. I'm not sure how I want to do that, or how the Man would feel about it either, if he were to get the same design. This will be my third but his first, and he had always planned to get something else, but I'm not sure if it's something he still wants. So we'll have to see what I can talk him into. *wink*

*note: I got the design from TattooFinder.com, and I promise if I decide to use it that I will go back and buy it from them. :)

Some things are too fun to give up

Recent conversation between me and my Mom....

Me: I got my cartilege pierced.
Mom: Ohhh....*fake confused mom smile*
Me: The top of my ear....
Mom: I see.
Me: Yeah, I've wanted to do it for a long time. I got the titanium since I'm allergic to nickel.
Mom: That's good.
Me: Mom?
Mom: Yes?
Me: Did you ever think that it would be your little girls who pierced and tattooed themselves, while your son put on a shirt & tie and went to work in an office every day?
Mom: No. No I did not. *laughs*

Gosh it's wrong how much fun it still is to torture her. Guess you never outgrow that. I have a precious memory of when she first saw one of my tattoos. I was putting on my wedding dress and her eyes got big.

Mom: *stares, says nothing*
Me: Mom, it's a tattoo.
Mom: *silence*
Me: Do you want to see the other one?"
Mom: No.
Me: Mom, I'm getting married. Is there anything else you want to know?
Mom: No. *leaves room*

Ahhhh, the memories.....
I did give her three cute grandkids though, so she has to have forgiven me by now.... right?