To Tattoo or not to Tattoo

I've always been a good girl (well, mostly.) I've done what I was brought up to believe was right. Except for very brief moments of madness, I've done very little that is outrageous or exciting.

Yet, there lurks within me a totally different person. Someone rude, outgoing, who laughs when others trip and fall down. Someone who dreams of wearing risque clothing, dancing on the stage at concerts, picking up strangers, and getting a tattoo.

Just so Steve doesn't freak out on me here, I would like to say most of those things are desires I've out grown. LOL

Most of them.

I've always wanted a tattoo. More than half of life, I've wanted one. First I was to religious for it to be acceptable. Then I was in a marrage with a very controlling husband that didn't think a tattoo would look good on the mother of his children. Then I was busy, broke, didn't live any where near a tattoo parler.

Bonnet's last year with me, her senior year, I tried to talk both girls into going to get a tattoo with me. Three matching tattoos. Something that would link us together. We couldn't agree on a design. Before you knew it, Will was on his way and you can't get a tattoo while pregnant; well, you shouldn't.

Now Steve and I are updating the house with plans to leave the Austin area. To leave a place so filled with tattoo parlours you can probably find one on any major street down town. And we're headed to small town USA -- I use to live there and they don't have tattoo parlers.

So I've decided it's now or never. Yes, I feel old to be getting a tattoo. Yes, I'm not young, tight, or thin . . . the best skin for a tattoo. LOL

But I found a design I like, have decided on a location for it, and am meeting an artist later this week to see his rendition of the design I'm intersted in. Small, tasteful, personal.

I'm excited.

And what does Steve say? The same thing he always says when he sees someone with a tattoo, "That sure would make a nice lamp shade."