Tattoos...

The Wife says that I am impressionable. Whenever I watch one of those tattoo shows on TV, I tell her I want to get a tattoo. I have an interest in tattoos but I do not have one. I’ve told the Wife many times that I want to get one. She just shakes her head.

My first selection for a tattoo is to have the names of the 3 important women in my life tattooed onto my arm. Those three women are my Mom, my Wife, and Little One. Each has had a tremendous influence on my life, and I want to celebrate that fact. I figure that a tattoo is as good a way as any to do that. I went from living at home with my Mom to living in my home with the Wife. Little One came recently, but still has an influence. This would go on my left arm or on my chest…close to my heart.

I hear people say that you should not have names as tattoos because things change and feelings about people change and you may regret having a name on your arm. Input acknowledged. Mind not changed.

My second selection for a tattoo is something colorful, strong, and patriotic on my right arm. I envision an eagle and the US flag. Something like the eagle swooping down with talons exposed and the US flag in the background. No writing would be necessary.

I even put a little bug in the Wife’s ear about her getting a tattoo…a tramp stamp. I have tested my idea with temporary tattoos and liked it. Something small and tasteful for her. Maybe a butterfly, flower, or bird. I could go for Denali Sunset, but I thing that would be a hard sell. The second hard sell is the Wife’s dislike of needles.

I did get some money for Christmas. It may be time to take a little visit to the tattoo parlor.