This is my second post of the day. You'll have to deal with that unfortunately...
Ok, save for the pic of my ass, these will be the only photos of myself that you will ever see. I'm a fairly private person, which is odd when you consider my blog is public.
I got this tattoo for my 20th birthday. I wanted something to mark the occasion of leaving my teens, and I searched for 9 months before I figured out the design I wanted to use. I drew it myself. It's a rendition of my late father doing the Native American Sundance and being pulled up to heaven by the Great Spirit. I figured after I got it that the best thing to do would be to tell my mother right away. This was a bad idea, as she wigged out to the point where she actually called Monsignor about it. His response: "Is she doing drugs? Is she stealing? Then give her a break, Barbara."
Here it is:
I'm sorry it's sort of blurry.
My second tattoo I got when I was 27 years old, to mark the fact that I was a Perfect Cube (seriously, do the math). It took me 3 months to design that one, and I also drew that one myself. I'll let you know that the blob on the 9 o'clock position is a turtle, and the blob on the 12 o'clock position is a rendition of the Goddess symbol. I placed the Goddess at the top for my own purposes, but the tattoo itself means many paths, one truth. This is why the Ohm is in the center, as its sound is supposedly the sound of the ultimate truth being realized.
I never told my mother about this one, and she found out about it when I was stupid enough one day to parade in front of her in a bathing suit. This time, however, she merely called me a brat and asked me why I had gotten a second one. She disagreed with my reasoning, but she accepted the fact that I had a second one. NO calls to the Monsignor this time.
Tattoos aren't for everyone, obviously, and Rich doesn't want me to get anymore, although he accepts the ones I have now because I came that way. He isn't fond of them at all, and doesn't understand why people get them in the first place. I want to get a third one to mark the occasion of my 40th birthday, so I guess I'll be saving up to pay for it on my own. I won't ask him to contribute to the cause.
The one for my 40th birthday? That will be olive branches with olives on them, as my daughter's full name is Olivia, and both her name and the branches mean Peace. And if tattoos can perform some sort of magic, then maybe I'll find peace myself.