First of all... sorry dad. I know you hate tattoos. You can just go ahead and ignore this. And no, I don't have more than you think I do. Just five.
I always wanted tattoos that I could cover up quite easily should I wish to. For professional reasons naturally but also because my dad really hated tattoos and I wanted to respect him at least in not shoving them in his face. I also didn't want to be the bride with the tattooed body if I'm being honest. So three of these have actually never been and never will be photographed. Ahem. So starting with the most recent....
2007. Matt's father passed away very suddenly a week before our wedding... Once the dust settled we decided we would both go get tattoos in Dave's honor as it were. Matt got a cross on his back (and threw up mid tattoo session! Ha!) and I got these angel wings that my kids refer to as a mustache. I successfully hid this from my father for something like 4 or 5 years which is something considering all the races and running we have done together. Lots of low pony tails.
2006. I was down in Orlando visiting Kerri. This is probably my favorite tattoo, "la dolce vita" means "the sweet life" in Italian. I really love script tattoos. I wish I hadn't made it so low, but again, I wanted to be able to cover it up.
2006. I was angry at my parents and decided a tattoo was the best revenge. I was at my most mature moment in life. I had been tossing around the idea of a hibiscus flower for quite some time so it wasn't that impulsive... But I just walked in and plunked down some hard earned coin and got it. Right on my left hip bone.
2005. Kerri (I'm starting to think she is a bad influence on me. wink wink.) and I drew up little doodles in class all the time and wanted to do this bonding tattoo business together. We hit up a really shady tattoo parlor... The guy was a Wiccan and we practically sprinted out afterwards... We wore flip flops naturally and it was something like February but we just had to get the tattoos before our Spring break cruise.
2001. I was in college and over 18. I really like teal blue, like the color of the Caribbean water. I wanted something I thought had a cool meaning... And I decided on the celtic symbol for the never-ending love of God. This should never have been in color in my opinion. I don't think I like color tattoos on myself. It looks like four intertwined hearts orrrr a four leaf clover. But you'll never know, because you'll never see it. It's on my low (low) back.
So don't worry dad.