the story of my tats.

aint gonna lie.

when I first wrote my title of this post

i had to remove the words tits & replace it with tats.

tit for tats?  no cool story for them. i know, i know. dammit, right?


what i AM here to show you today are my tats.

my tattoos people. i have two of them.
nothing too special - random and dumb.

do i regret them... naaaahh! no way.
why? they are both memories and tell a story.
i'm linking up with Raven & A Mommas Desires & Pacifiers
with her lastest  link up.  If you have any make sure to hop over there & show us your Tattoos!.   If not, come anyway.

so here it goes.

I like to call my very first one...
The Independent College Student.

once upon a time i was the aggravating no-it-all teenager that my

mother tried to comprehend but couldn't.

i was independent & thought everything i did was right.

i also had a best friend who is still my best friend who was

JUST LIKE ME!

only my mother loved her - her name is Danielle.

Living the college life we were. very much so.

going out. drinking. partying. drinking. working.

oh and school, yes.

we were out and about having the time of our lives.

Dani and I had this thing were would draw a little heart on our left foot

with a pink pin outlined in blue that was located in between our

two smallest toes...

like so

one random Tuesday we got really excited {talking about getting this tattoo}

and said we were going to do it.

So we did.

however, when we got there we decided that we no longer wanted the cute little

pink & blue heart that we wore on our foot for like 2 months straight...

we wanted a butterfly.

yes. a butterfly.

my nerves drew in & my amazing mother popped in my head.

{she's gonna kill me if she finds out}

so  not only did we decide {since we were best friends & all it made since}

we decide on a random butterfly but we also decided to each pick a color and then together pick a random color. Fun right?

we also decide to relocate our tattoo due to me freaking out and due to Mama

chopping my head off being she F.R.E.A.K.E.D about my belly button piercing.

did I mention I was 18? Okay.

so we decided we were gonna locate it in our bikini area... hidden.

danielle actually has hers right above her bikini line & mine is completely hidden.

you have to be... shown or i'm naked.

most of the time i forget it's there. really.

So basically what if you think about it in about 40 years
from now my beautiful butterfly will become a moth.

pretty right? not!

So here she is friends...

Ugly Fugly, right?

danielle and I love our tattoo. we do.

we also bless our own hearts more every time it comes up

in conversation.

Next up ...

The Birthday Party

Not huge story here.

basically, Aaron's sister is pretty much in love with tattoos & we always do something for our birthdays celebrating somehow.

so we did with tattoos.

THIS time I wanted mine to show.

being I wear heals 90% of my life I wanted it on my foot.

{figures}

this one too, I forget it's there.

until people bring it up like my client did last year.

Client: You married?

Me: No.

Client: {speechless} with this gosh awful judgemental face

Me: Why are you looking at me like that?

Client: I always thought you had a man in your life.

Me: I do.

Client: You do know that is the symbol for lesbian?

Me: No. I didn't. Thanks though.

dammit.

The End.

The Independent College Student