Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Tattoo You

I have a tattoo on my left bicep. It is my daughter's name woven into a design. It took me a long time to decide I really wanted to get a tattoo. It took me a long while after that to decide exactly what to get. We're talking a few years from the time the idea to get inked first entered my head to the actual sitting-in-the-chair part.

Tattoos are forever, and (in my opinion) mean something special. A life-changing event. Remembering a loved one who has passed on. Winning the Nobel Prize for chemistry. The reason for getting tattoos for truly important reasons and then waiting an appropriate time to confirm the decision is chronicled here.

(Warning: these images may be disturbing to people easily nauseated by bad decisions. Also, coarse language in the descriptions and comments.)

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