my tat

by sassychick ~ I always wanted to blog about my tattoo.  I guess this is a pretty good time to throw it out there, since I’ve posted a picture of it all over myspace, typepad…you know, everywhere…

I laugh because that tattoo was not a young, stupid mistake, which is what people immediately think when they first see it.  You have to know me.  I don’t strike someone as a tattoo kind of gal.

Nope, this was a well calculated, thoroughly planned out, 28th year birthday present to myself.  Topped off with my hubby, plannerchick and her hubby there for moral support and laughs, I mean my crack was hanging out for a good hour and my tattoo was done by, well let’s just say a character…Moving on…

My history is, well pretty bland.  I’m not a rebellious person.  I’ve never been pulled over by a police officer, I asked permission when I skipped school, I was just, well, good.  Which doesn’t make others with more of a story – bad.  Honestly, I have brief moments where I’m a little jealous I have no wild to good “story”.  No pulling myself up by the bootstraps, get my act together, crazy story.  Those moments are brief.  Trust me.

So the tattoo.  I have always wanted one.  I have always wanted to feel a little bad.  A little dangerous, because of course, I’m not.  Not even close.  I can’t even see dangerous from where I’m at.  Therefore, the need to shake it up a bit.  Not too much, just a tad.  And how else can a wife, kid’s church leader, mother of two be a little dangerous?  There aren’t many options, beside waxing, shout out plannerchick.

You know what.  It worked.  There is nothing like having the tattoo right there under the surface.  People would never know unless I told them and by the way I look most would never guess, which is what makes it great.  There was no lack of naysayers with all the reasons to not get the tattoo, but when all was said and done, I totally love it, I’ve never regretted it, not for one second.  The only problem is stopping myself from getting another. 

My mom is supportive which is surprising if you know her.  After the gasp when people find out about the tattoo, immediately the next question is, “Does your mom know?  What did she say?” 

Isn’t that ridiculous.  I’m 28.  Married for 10 years.  2 kids later, I’m still scared of my mom.  She was actually more worried about me contracting hepatitis.  I think she believes the only places they do tattoos are in smoky, dirty, drunk men filled back rooms.  Truth is, the place I got it done was cleaner that my doctor’s office.  Imagine that.

A lot of times I hear, what will you say to your boys.  Well that is simple.  "When you're 28 you can take your own money and go get any tattoo you want."  I think that's fair.  I'm hoping they'll be as scared of me as I am of my mom.

My favorite is the line, when your 70 years old how is that tattoo going to look?  Well, lets all be honest.  How is anything going to look at 70?  Do you really think someone will say, wow, she is hot, if it weren’t for that wrinkled tattoo I would totally date her…

Comments

[Jessica W.]

I find it funny that your mom was supportive. She seems like she'd be totally against it. But hey, parents do suprize their kids every once in a while.