Yay! I's gots ink!
I am a happy-camper! Okay.. this is a bit of a ramble here... hrmmm...
I've wanted a tattoo for years -- just never got around to doing it. I turned 30... I guess somewhere in the little pea-brain that I call my melon, I made the decision that I am grown up!
So, on the spur of the moment, I went to my friend's house in the Springs, and didn't have to go to a scary-looking tattoo shop. Yyep, I admit, I am a bit of a coward -- so much so, I didn't tell anyone except Mr. O that I was doing it. I was really afraid I'd chicken out, not do it, not be able to handle the needles/pain, and get teased for it... So, decided to wait until I went through with it before I told anyone. Kinda silly huh? More on this later..
I now sport upon my hip, a lovely celtic sun, shaded with dark green. It looks splendiferous, but will need some touch-ups in a few months or so... It is kinda sting-eyy now, as I need to smear more lotion on it... But, I managed to sit in the chair and not wince too much while she was doing it. (Go Brave Keridwen!) It actually tickled on a few parts. But, after a couple of hours, I had reached my limit, my endorphin supply had ran out, and everything hurt, and I got shakey. Thankfully, we were done, so I didn't have a wierd looking thing to show off.
I then attempted to drive home. Note: this is 1:30 when I attempted this. I-25 North was STOPPED. So, I decided to try going a different way, which wasn't so bad, once I got out of the Springs. and then it stopped again in Parker... and it was STOP and GO for many many hours. I finally pulled in to my haus at about oh.. 5:45.
I hated life for a while. I also really hated the soccor moms out there transporting their little darlings around in their fancy SUV's and not bothering to use turn signals or anything of that nature.
So, I finally got home, took a shower, as I had a bit of cold adrenaline sweaty-funk on me, and needed to get rid of that. Then, it was off to cow-blankie land in my ugg boots, my cheeta/leopard jammie-pants, a woobey-sweater and my O.C.H. Classy!
Then, I annoyed Mizz Red because I had said I was going to visit a friend today, instead of telling her that I was going to go get ink on me. I had to think a while for the reason I did not want to tell her or anyone -- I didn't have a good reason when she asked. Which of course, makes me feel un-truthful and dishonest, which I hate to ever feel like! *sigh* See above re: Keridwen = Chiken-shit = not wanting anyone to think she is = will avoid things to avoid being teased. Wow.. image is everything isn't it?
*laughing at myself now*
Ah well, it was discussed rationally.. I am just now figuring out why exactly I didn't tell her or anyone else... (3 hours AFTER said conversation! *duh*) WHat can I say.. I am human, and fallible. Glad that she did squawk though, and tell me how she felt. Helps me not to do the same mistake again.
Hmm. LJ is kind of nice to just look at onesself candidly and blurt out whatever it is on my mind. Heh... I had one of the 2 kniggits asking me about this place, and my blog, and so I sent him the link to it -- and gave him the warning that, hey, this is MY place to fiddle and noodle with things. I pull no punches -- you might even get more information about my life than you bargained for. *waves at both of them, since they will probably read this*
damn lurkers!
Anyway.. after dinner, I watched the Kniggit-1 get his shit together for Unkle Rusty's wedding. It isn't too often you see a person now a days who owns their own tux, plus all the fiddley-bits, and knows how to tie a bow-tie. I think both of the kniggits actually have more clothes than I do. Clothes Horses.
Tomorrow, I am off to cut lamellar bits out of the leather scrap, play with Mr. Remy Poodle, and get acidophilus and papertowels for Unkle Mags (this is notes for me, so I dont forget) Acidophilus.. papertowels, a loaf of bread, and a stick of buttah... yeah... Then probably to Bri's to work on the He-Maj tunic.
And now... Off with My Clothes! Bed time for me!
I've wanted a tattoo for years -- just never got around to doing it. I turned 30... I guess somewhere in the little pea-brain that I call my melon, I made the decision that I am grown up!
So, on the spur of the moment, I went to my friend's house in the Springs, and didn't have to go to a scary-looking tattoo shop. Yyep, I admit, I am a bit of a coward -- so much so, I didn't tell anyone except Mr. O that I was doing it. I was really afraid I'd chicken out, not do it, not be able to handle the needles/pain, and get teased for it... So, decided to wait until I went through with it before I told anyone. Kinda silly huh? More on this later..
I now sport upon my hip, a lovely celtic sun, shaded with dark green. It looks splendiferous, but will need some touch-ups in a few months or so... It is kinda sting-eyy now, as I need to smear more lotion on it... But, I managed to sit in the chair and not wince too much while she was doing it. (Go Brave Keridwen!) It actually tickled on a few parts. But, after a couple of hours, I had reached my limit, my endorphin supply had ran out, and everything hurt, and I got shakey. Thankfully, we were done, so I didn't have a wierd looking thing to show off.
I then attempted to drive home. Note: this is 1:30 when I attempted this. I-25 North was STOPPED. So, I decided to try going a different way, which wasn't so bad, once I got out of the Springs. and then it stopped again in Parker... and it was STOP and GO for many many hours. I finally pulled in to my haus at about oh.. 5:45.
I hated life for a while. I also really hated the soccor moms out there transporting their little darlings around in their fancy SUV's and not bothering to use turn signals or anything of that nature.
So, I finally got home, took a shower, as I had a bit of cold adrenaline sweaty-funk on me, and needed to get rid of that. Then, it was off to cow-blankie land in my ugg boots, my cheeta/leopard jammie-pants, a woobey-sweater and my O.C.H. Classy!
Then, I annoyed Mizz Red because I had said I was going to visit a friend today, instead of telling her that I was going to go get ink on me. I had to think a while for the reason I did not want to tell her or anyone -- I didn't have a good reason when she asked. Which of course, makes me feel un-truthful and dishonest, which I hate to ever feel like! *sigh* See above re: Keridwen = Chiken-shit = not wanting anyone to think she is = will avoid things to avoid being teased. Wow.. image is everything isn't it?
*laughing at myself now*
Ah well, it was discussed rationally.. I am just now figuring out why exactly I didn't tell her or anyone else... (3 hours AFTER said conversation! *duh*) WHat can I say.. I am human, and fallible. Glad that she did squawk though, and tell me how she felt. Helps me not to do the same mistake again.
Hmm. LJ is kind of nice to just look at onesself candidly and blurt out whatever it is on my mind. Heh... I had one of the 2 kniggits asking me about this place, and my blog, and so I sent him the link to it -- and gave him the warning that, hey, this is MY place to fiddle and noodle with things. I pull no punches -- you might even get more information about my life than you bargained for. *waves at both of them, since they will probably read this*
damn lurkers!
Anyway.. after dinner, I watched the Kniggit-1 get his shit together for Unkle Rusty's wedding. It isn't too often you see a person now a days who owns their own tux, plus all the fiddley-bits, and knows how to tie a bow-tie. I think both of the kniggits actually have more clothes than I do. Clothes Horses.
Tomorrow, I am off to cut lamellar bits out of the leather scrap, play with Mr. Remy Poodle, and get acidophilus and papertowels for Unkle Mags (this is notes for me, so I dont forget) Acidophilus.. papertowels, a loaf of bread, and a stick of buttah... yeah... Then probably to Bri's to work on the He-Maj tunic.
And now... Off with My Clothes! Bed time for me!