Tuesday, May 15, 2012

It Might Seem A Little Odd

Especially if you're not a fan of tattoos (don't worry, Shepherd K, I still love you), but I'm super excited about my new tattoos.  I had an appointment set for them way back in March, but "my" guy had a family emergency and had to reschedule.  The problem is, it takes six weeks to get in with him to begin with.  Yes, he's that good.

I finally was able to reschedule for the 23rd, which happens to be Monster's 17th birthday, but I don't think I'll tell him that I've booked my new tats for that day. Shhh...

Before my first tattoo, I would have sworn I'd never get one.  Ever.  Not even on a dare.  And then we went to Las Vegas for Staci's bachelorette party.  Robs and Nebalee went to a tattoo shop; Robs came out with the cutest little tattoo on her skinny little ankle that means "dream" (we think anyway, it's a Chinese character, who knows what it actually means) and Nebalee came out with her nose pierced.  I was too chicken-shit to even step foot inside the tattoo shop.

A year later, I hit a gawdawful depression.  I couldn't see my way out.  Everything just seemed hopeless.  Breathing hurt, it was only by sheer willpower that I was able to get out of bed to take care of the kids and go to work.  Even that was iffy.  I knew I needed to do something to remind myself that even though things appeared to be bad, there was always hope and I had to hold onto it.

I decided I needed a permanent reminder that there's always hope, so I talked my dad into paying for a small tattoo - the Chinese character for hope (again, I think that's what it means, but since I don't read Chinese, it could say anything).  I was terrified of the pain and the needles, but I really felt that I had to do something permanent.  So I sucked it up and went.  I was in and out of the chair in less than fifteen minutes.  The tattoo itself took about eight minutes.  It was a smart move, getting that "hope" tattoo; it's carried me through some tough times.  But I never thought I'd get another one.

Fast forward five or six years and I met RCC.  I really admired his tattoo.  Okay, maybe admired isn't the right word.  He appeared so straight-laced and even-keeled that when I first saw the hint of a tattoo coming up over his shoulder it was so freaking HOT!  I still get butterflies when I think about the first time I realized he had a tattoo.

I'd seen some of his artwork and knew that he was "the one", so I asked him to design me a tattoo.  I left him total creative freedom.  I was astounded when he came up with my GunDiva tattoo and immediately fell in love with it.

I swore it was going to be my last tattoo.

But then Estes got so sick and almost died last year and I started thinking about a tattoo to remember her by.  I personally hate portrait tattoos, so that was out of the question.  I wasn't sure what I was going to do and then I came up with the idea of having her brand tattooed on my shoulder.  And then I realized I couldn't put my four-legged child's brand on me without doing the two-legged kids' brand.  So...next week I'll be getting branded, in a manner of speaking.  Not at all like what Digger and Monster did last year.*

*Disclaimer: I found out about Monster's dumbassery long after it was healed.

6 comments:

Michelle Hoad said...

What is it about difficult situations that make us run out and permanently alter ourselves? I love, love, love my tattoo and want another one on the inside of my left wrist. My husband is having a total freak out and acting like he will be furious when I do it. I guess he can get glad in the same pants he's gonna get mad in.

Shepherd K said...

For the record, I think the GunDiva tat design is pretty cool. BUT, I still say that God Himself would have branded your ass Hisownself had He wanted you so adorned. Just sayin'.

GunDiva said...

So, Shepherd K, you don't think that he blessed Erick with the talent and ability to do such great work?

Michelle, RCC will be right there with me next week, holding my hand and coaching me through it (kinda like childbirth). I don't understand the compulsion, but I can tell you I've been mighty glad on ocassion to have my HOPE tattoo - especially when the chips are down.

Shepherd K said...

GunDiva, on the contrary, as a former art major, I totally respect the talent and ability and do not doubt that it is a blessing from God. However, having said that, Lev. 19:28 would seem to suggest that God intended such talents for other uses.

Candance said...

I don't think it's weird. Probably because I'm married to a man with more inked skin than not inked skin. But I ain't ever doing it again (getting tattooed or married). Make sure to post pics of your new ink!!

Rachel said...

Eek! Pictures soon! :)