She Met A Girl Out There With A Tattoo, Too
I have two tattoos. You know this. Or maybe you don’t. Maybe you don’t even care. And here I am, taking away from you REAL posts to show you some pictures. I should be ashamed of myself.
Let’s ignore my obvious need for a pedicure, which was actually on The Almighty Schedule for the weekend. With extenuating circumstances being what they were, the prospect of paying someone to touch my foot was ridiculous at best, recockulous at worst (oh yes, yes I did).
So, for my 22nd birthday, I done got myself a tattoo. On my right foot.
It’s a reminder, actually, to be true to who I am. The lizard DOES have a meaning, and not just “I like Southwestern Stuff!!!”
Here is My Left Foot (a.k.a. Big Pimpin’)
So this is the swollen bad foot, adorned with an adorable pink seahorse. You can kinda see the bruising and swelling. It’s kinda wicked cool. It’s also kinda hard to see from this angle.
I got this tattoo on my 25th birthday, about a month before I fooled The Daver into marrying me. At the same time, he got a tattoo, too. Actual conversation between me and the dude doing my tattoo:
Me: How’s he doing?
Tattoo Dude: He looks fine. Almost done.
Me: Is he okay?
TD: Well, shit. He looks pale.
Me: Oh no!
(I peer over at Daver who is now standing up)
Me: Hahahaha! That’s just how he looks. Pale.
Anyway.
The seahorse commemorates my single years, my Seahorse Period, if I may (and I always may) and reminds me that I was good at being single. In case, you know, I find myself single again someday.
Okay, so let me preemptively answer a couple questions before I ask for YOUR tattoo stories:
1) Did it hurt?
What do you think? I don’t have fat feet, nor are they particularly muscular, which means the tattoo needle was going over and over on my bones and tendons.
It hurt like fuck. Like worse than childbirth.
2) Why the HELL do you have tattoos on your fucking feet? That’s a dumb place to put them.
Well, sort of dumb. But kind of brilliant. See, I CAN HIDE THEM EASILY. If I want to be professional (stop laughing) all I have to do is to put on real shoes. It also is in an area that won’t stretch too much, so I won’t distort them before I’m too old to give a shit.
Okay, your turn. I want stories.
i have tattoos! actually i think i may have one more than you do, if you have two.
i have a tattoo on the inside of my left wrist that says “hurt no more”. easily concealed with a watch, although most people think it’s fake. i don’t know if i got that tattoo at a low time or a high time in my life, but you can kinda look at it both ways, depending upon if the “glass is half full or half empty”.
i have a tattoo on the inside of my right ankle that says my name, with a small butterfly. less here was never to get a “free tattoo” with a friend. you know, buy one, get one free. that was my first tattoo and after that i realized that no tattoo should ever be free. as a matter of fact, they should be very very expensive. at any rate, my name was spelled right, thank god! but then i was right there staring at it to make sure it was. when i got this tattoo, i really wanted a butterfly tattoo with my name underneath it, but it quickly turned into a name tattoo with a butterfly on the side. once again, never get a damn free tattoo.
so the third tattoo clearly is a butterfly, on the top center of my back. it was expensive and is very elaborate. i like it, but i never see it. sometimes i forget it’s there. but with every tattoo, there is a story – i put too much damn ointment on the tattoo and winded up getting an abcess from hell on my back (luckly not on the tattoo or close to it). turns out oily ointments and hot texas summer heat don’t mix. well, perhaps they do mix into an abcess frome hell. i wound up in the emergency room getting my back cut open with no numbing agent by a damn med student. this may have been the worst night of my life. ah, the stories to tell the future children!
and you better have read that shit, becky! i wrote you a damn blog… hehe.
The Daver looking pale is a riot! I don’t have a tattoo. I want one but my wife threatend divorce…But I was thinking of getting one on my left chest with a picture of her…
I already wrote about this, so how about I just link to it?
OK? OK.
http://talesfromthedadside.blogspot.com/2007/09/ink.html
Yeah, no tattoo — but I’m still planning on the nose ring (December is the ultimate deadline) and it WILL be done.
The foot is actually a pretty genius location, but damn! the pain!
I don’t have any tattoos. Not because I’m all sanctimonious or any of that shit. I tried to get a tattoo once, but the guy wouldn’t give me one because I was too drunk. Who knew they wouldn’t let you get a tattoo because you’re too DRUNK? It should be noted that the piercing guy had noooo problem piercing my parts 20 minutes later.
Hey thanks for the words of encouragement. Your blog has me cracking up! I love the tatoo story 🙂
Ha ha ha ha! I bet I was just as pale as the Daver when I got mine done!
Mine is on the outside of my upper right thigh. When people see it, they’re impressed that I got such a big one my first time around. It’s a tree, based on Gustav Klimt’s Tree of Life, with some art nouveau roots added — about 6″ top to bottom.
I chose the location because there was plenty of cushioning fat stores there (though it still felt like being stung by bees repeatedly for an hour and a half), and because it’s easy to hide in daily life. It’s really only visible if I’m wearing ass-grazing shorts (not so much) or a swimsuit. And if I know someone well enough to let them see me in a swimsuit, for god’s sake, they already know I have a tattoo.
Ahhh. Good times.
4. Heart on left breast- and one on right butt cheek.
Butterfly on left hip bone with husbands name under it- (wasnt planning on the name but I was lying there getting the coloring done on the butterfly and hubby asked me to do it. What was I gonna do- say ‘nah- what if we get divorced?)
And after my dad died- I got a tramp stamp with ivy and flowers that says dad.
No tatts for me. Ouch and eew.
But I like the idea that you are thinking ahead. When you and your tattoos are sagging and aged…your feet won’t be wrinkly and stretched out. So your seahorse doesn’t become an eel.
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I have 2.
1) A pink flower on my lower back, affectionatley known as the Tramp Stamp, or the Target Tattoo (ew…) It has meaning though. My sister got the exact same one as I, only in purple, at the exact same time. She’s my only sibling, and my best friend, and those are the colors our mother dressed us in growing up. Her – blue and purple, Me – red and pink. Yes, matching outfits. I know, it was the 80’s!
2) A heart on the top right hand side of my right foot. Yes, I agree, it is worse than childbirth. And my tattoo is small. Maybe an inch in diameter. The funny thing about this tattoo…it is outlined in black, and the inside is a light pink fading into purple. Well, I wanted to reverse the colors. Purple outside, pink inside. Genius tattoo artist still shaded the center of the heart in BLACK, so we had to flip the colors, and now it looks like I have the Bat Signal tattoo’ed inside the heart of my foot. Which I actually think is hilarious. I used to watch the show with my dad as a kid all the time. And, if there is ever trouble, all I have to do is throw my leg up in the air to signal for Batman!
I have a Celtic knot of my own design on the outside of my left ankle, and it’s surrounded by the words “electus prosapia” (Latin for “chosen family” and based on the concept that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself.) At the top center of my back is a fairly elaborate design of two entwined snakes under a crescent moon and the symbols of the tropical zodiac. This one is the first fifth of a full back piece, and symbolizes the earth element. Air, water, and fire will follow at the other “quarters” of my back, and the center will be a dharma wheel which will also incorporate the wheel of the year.
I wouldn’t say they hurt, really. It was more of an annoying irritation than a painful feeling, but the fact that it’s annoying and irritating for a couple hours at a time adds up to a generalized ouch. In my case, though, I noticed that the bony parts hurt LESS than the fleshy parts.
I swear I am *the last* person of my generation who *doesnt* have a tattoo, and who is not also trying to achieve government office. Someday, archaeologists will dig up my unadorned corpse and figure I was a shaman or something…
Ok, here is my tatoo story.
I want a tatoo very badly but never thought I would get one. I then met my husband who has some SEXY tatoos. Well that made me want one even more so I found the perfect one and took a picture for safe keeping and started working my courage. One night I was out with my best friend and we stopped at the tatoo place JUST TO LOOK. Well my friend wanted another one and the guy was going to give us a hell of a deal so I sat in the chair. He came at me with the needle and I jumped out of the chair and have not even looked at a tatoo shop again.. but I still really want one.
I have 2 tattoos. The first one I got was on my shoulder and didn’t hurt a bit. In fact, I loved it so much and thought it was so cool I went back 2 hours later and got my second one! This one was on my hip and it actually sent up sparks when the needle hit the bone! I’m pretty sure if I had had the hip one done first I would not have 2 tattoos today!
Your’s are very cool!
hmm, i really want a tattoo, but not sure what I would get. I was thinking of “this too shall pass” which is kinda my mantra in bad times, but times have been good….(although they will pass as well).
but tha’ts not why i’m commenting. I’m commenting cuase your subject line totally has gotten that song stuck in my head…
“he met a girl out there with a tatoo,too, the future was wiiiiiiiiiiddddeee open!!”
I have a tattoo on the small of my back. Of course, I went with what was popular at the time in 2001, and what was popular was a chinese symbol (what a fool I am!). My cousin and I were going to get it together, but she chickened out.
I got it bec I had a few months earlier been in an insanse car accident where my car was crushed under an 18 wheeler on the highway. In no way could most people survive that accident, but my friends and I were unharmed. I wanted that tattoo to remind me that life was short, and do what you want at that moment, bec only this moment is promised to us.
I dont ever see my tattoo- and i often forget of its exsitance. I knw that one day my daughters will see it and ask me a million questions.
BTW- The symbol in chinese : “To excel”
I have matching Celtic knots shaped like hearts with wings on the inside of each wrist, and it hurt like frickfrack. I had decided to get the two, but almost changed my mind during the first one. I was told that after a few minutes it goes numb and you can’t feel the pain, but that’s pure crap. I felt every second of it. I had been planning to get a few more, elaborate ones of specific designs, but I just don’t know if I can make myself do it. The pain was UNREAL. Maybe because my wrists are smaller than most people? I wanted to cry, but I put on my big girl panties and went through with the second one. Then promptly went out and got really drunk.
My sister wants to get a tat also, and I am hoping maybe when I see her in November, we can get something matching. Maybe by then I can work up the nerve.
4 Tats for me so far- a sun/moon combo on my hip, a bat on my back, a rose vine under the bat, and charlie brown on my left butt cheek 🙂
Ha, have none but am sooo now following my husband to the tat parlor when (if) he gets his. Hee.
I don’t have any tattoo stories, but I must say – it IS brilliant to have a tattoo where you can hide it.
Just… brilliant.
1.Left shoulder on back with sons initials underneath Calvin (no, he’s not peeing on anything).
2.Right side pubic bone. Pisces symbol
3.Right ankle Drunk snoopy in sailor hat
4.Right bicep paper dolls (one with curly hair=me one with pigtails= K).
Got one. I have a daisy on my second toe on my right foot. I am like you – the location fits. So, I wear it when I want and hide it when I don’t. the foot is a perfection place to present or disguise my tattoo
Wait, other than my tattoo on my left tit which simply reads, “Becky’s”?
I have a celtic knotwork tattoo on my right shoulderblade, which HAPPENS to be almost the exact same as the Charmed Power of Three symbol. I hasten to add that I got the tattoo 12 years ago (jesus), before the show started. Also please ignore the fact that my blog name is Pru, and my daughter has a Charmed one’s name. Sheer coincidence again.
I want to get another tattoo, on the inside of my wrist. It will symbolise my child/ren, but not in a cheesy way of course. It will be art nouveau inspired, and I am making my illustrator friend design it for me. I can’t wait, but The Dude says women with more than one tattoo are whores. He’s beyond square though, so fuck him.
Oh my goodness. The Daver sounds like my Dh when getting a tattoo. Mine does NOT like them at all and doesn’t do well during the process but he wants a back dragon. Good luck with that dude.
I have 3 tattoo’s and 1 is on my foot. I’ll have to take a picture to share with you. I’ll get on that.
I am the lizard king. I can do anything. Well, anything except get a tattoo, that is. When I was 19, a girlfriend and I went together to get tats. She went first. Then I chickened out. (I know, I suck.)
My girlfriend now has about 15 tattoos, and I still have zero.
Love the swollen foot, BTW. Is it a high ankle sprain??
I LOVE my tatts, I’m thinking of getting another when I turn 40.
1. A band of ivy around my right ankle (inexpressible pain over Achilles heel) that I got when I was 21 – before they were very mainstream. I dreamt it.
2. A sunburst just above my right butt cheek. I was REALLY drunk and it seemed like a good idea for my second.
I’ve got a few, and a few more planned
I already have:
shoulder – heart with hubby’s name (so long ago..)
tramp stamp – amy brown fairy “forget me not”
wrist (easily covered) – kanji for patience, easily hidden reminds me I can’t just punch the stupid ones in the face (lol)
side of my leg – hope, it’s my pink ribbon tattoo.
Right now, that’s all I’ve got. But they are SOO addictive. Everytime I get another one, I start looking to the future for my next one
Well one of the reason I decided to change my gender to male is becaue I did not know how I was going to explain how or why I had so many damn tattoos! Really….men get to have them all over and no one give a second look.
Ok thats not the reason I decided to change my gender but it sure was a benefit lol! I now have 19 tattoos …i think…I could have miscounted.
Smart of you to get them where you could easily hide them. No such luck for me….I had to have them all where they show. I will never look professional….just like some hispanic dude that came from the South Valley. Oh well right?
I like the see horse and too funny about Dave being so pale.
Now this is wild! Wilder than I expected from Becky! You are such a multi-faceted perfect girl:) I mean, who else would come up with “Recockulous.”
Luckily for me, under Jewish law (which I basically only follow when it’s convenient for me to do so) tattoos are a big no-no. Luckily, that is, because I am a total wimp when it comes to pain.
I like the tattoos, even on the swollen & very-painful looking feet! 🙂 I love hearing the meaning behind peoples tattoos…when they have one!
I have two..one on my shoulder (mickey mouse coming thru my skin…no meaning – I was 18 and wanted to do something to piss my parents off). I also have one across the bottom of my back that reads “The Chosen One”….because that is how I feel 🙂
I also plan to get one within the next couple of months…not sure exactly what yet. Thinking of the scales of justice or something to that effect. 🙂
Not a tattoo girl myself, even if I could get a Jewish burial with one.
None here. I really like them on other people, but I always have to redecorate, so I know I would get sick of it. I’ve spent many hours watching my friend get hers trying to pick out something that I won’t want to change someday, and I haven’t found one yet. Smart not to go for some area that’s going to sag and distort much; ie, belly button, saggy old granny arm.
Is it sad that most of my stories are about other people?
My friend got a tattoo of a flower behind her ear. Kind of like how they used to wear real (or maybe fake) flowers behind their ears in the 1940s/1950s. I can’t remember if she said it hurt or not, but I imagine a tattoo on your skull would….reverberate.