my tattoo(s) stories

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. Three of those five 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.

After my first tattoo the artist informed me that I would be back. They are addicting he said. And yeah, I would say he was right about that. I still want some more.... Real small ones maybe on my forearm or my wrist... or a quote on the side of my ribs (not that anyone would see that either obviously). But then I think of all that money that could be spent on other more responsible things and so no.... At least not anytime soon. Besides, I'm a mom now...

So don't worry dad.