For those of you that don't know I got a tattoo for my 16th birthday from my mother. Yes, I know how odd that may sound, but when you consider that I had started asking for a tattoo at the age of 10 you'll see how my mother just wanted to put some control on what tattoo I received and where.
So, at 13 I had to tell Mom what I wanted and where I wanted it (cross, right shoulder blade) and if that was what I wanted at 16 she'd get me the tattoo. So, a week before my 16th birthday she mentioned the a tattoo parlour and that was all it took for me to ask for the exact same thing. One Friday afternoon we went and I got my first tattoo. Which I've now had for a few years and still love.
Well, after a few years I started thinking about getting a second one. I decided immediately upon a celtic knot on my left shoulder blade to offset the first one however, actually going to get the tattoo seemed a bit more delayed. It took me five years of debating and hesitating and hemming and hawing but here I am today...with my second tattoo.
Last week I went with friends of mine to watch them get their tattoos and decided enough was enough I needed to stop talking about it and get my tattoo. So I took the design, made an appointment and finally got it. It seems I like getting tattoos for my birthday. There's still a third design I want but it will take awhile for me to get used to this one. So we'll see if it's another five years.
She may never forgive me for making her put that sweater on
Little B
Here's me and Mom - she's mad cause I wouldn't walk somewhere
Fireworks on the boardwalk
Beach at Sunset
My mom after our fancy dinner and the bldg they've been constructing for 14 years
Me and my duck buddy
Bubba Gump Shrimp Factory
Smile for the camera mom
Flea Market - good bartering practice
Chair statues on the Malecon
Our resort
