So I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. This is something I've always toyed with but never gone through with because I couldn't really think of anything that I wanted imprinted on my skin for the rest of my life. The desire comes and goes, with significant yearning upon watching a few episodes of one of TLC's various "Ink" programs.
How I managed to be 30 without any tattoos is a wonder given that both of my older brothers have loads. I don't know all of what they have but I always remember that my eldest brother's first was the evolution of man around his calf. I, atheist that I am, love this; however, I do wonder at the size and location of it for a first tattoo as it is a bit large and I wonder if it hurt and took forever. I believe this same brother has a sleeve, as does my other brother (or else it is a work in progress). Middle brother has, among other things, a portrait of our baby niece who drowned, his wife's name (regrettably placed beneath a gargoyle), his daughter's name, a phoenix, and the Kool Aid Man (don't ask). My sister in law, married to eldest brother, has a sleeve as well, I believe. But I think her first tattoo was of her favorite band's emblem on her inner wrist.
So you see, you'd think I'd have something by now but I do not. Same with J, actually. He is the baby of his family and his middle brother has a ton of tattoos and his eldest brother has at least one (this is his Marine brother and the tattoo I know of is a Tigger). But I'm considering one now. A small Viking ship with the letters V.A.R. in Greek script. This would tie together my heritage (Icelandic for the Vikings, V.A.R. for my father's name before when he was born in Lithuania, and Greek script for my maternal grandfather) and also be a symbol to me that I'm a badass. Because let's face it, Vikings are badass. And I would like something to tell my mind and body fuck you for the bi polar and MS. A little something to say "I will not be beaten by you but will just try harder at every obstacle you give me."
But who knows. I'm not one to make rash decisions so I'll give it some thought and look into it. As I've opted out of the race in October, I might get it done during my San Diego trip. But I'm not in a rush and I don't plan on having it anywhere that isn't easily covered (I'm thinking shoulder bladeish area). So we'll see.
I just thought it would be fun to go back to regular life and not talk about diseases or fears or fails. Especially since I sent the link to this blog to my brothers last night and specifically told them that this isn't an MS blog.
How I managed to be 30 without any tattoos is a wonder given that both of my older brothers have loads. I don't know all of what they have but I always remember that my eldest brother's first was the evolution of man around his calf. I, atheist that I am, love this; however, I do wonder at the size and location of it for a first tattoo as it is a bit large and I wonder if it hurt and took forever. I believe this same brother has a sleeve, as does my other brother (or else it is a work in progress). Middle brother has, among other things, a portrait of our baby niece who drowned, his wife's name (regrettably placed beneath a gargoyle), his daughter's name, a phoenix, and the Kool Aid Man (don't ask). My sister in law, married to eldest brother, has a sleeve as well, I believe. But I think her first tattoo was of her favorite band's emblem on her inner wrist.
So you see, you'd think I'd have something by now but I do not. Same with J, actually. He is the baby of his family and his middle brother has a ton of tattoos and his eldest brother has at least one (this is his Marine brother and the tattoo I know of is a Tigger). But I'm considering one now. A small Viking ship with the letters V.A.R. in Greek script. This would tie together my heritage (Icelandic for the Vikings, V.A.R. for my father's name before when he was born in Lithuania, and Greek script for my maternal grandfather) and also be a symbol to me that I'm a badass. Because let's face it, Vikings are badass. And I would like something to tell my mind and body fuck you for the bi polar and MS. A little something to say "I will not be beaten by you but will just try harder at every obstacle you give me."
But who knows. I'm not one to make rash decisions so I'll give it some thought and look into it. As I've opted out of the race in October, I might get it done during my San Diego trip. But I'm not in a rush and I don't plan on having it anywhere that isn't easily covered (I'm thinking shoulder bladeish area). So we'll see.
I just thought it would be fun to go back to regular life and not talk about diseases or fears or fails. Especially since I sent the link to this blog to my brothers last night and specifically told them that this isn't an MS blog.
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